Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go with those
I got a pocket
Down to cock and and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas that's wit me is villans in
That lost all they good and they feelings on
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga pose
Get Milli Vanillied with
Turn a beef plate to a
Bitch, I be really in with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten
My wrist is so chilly, it
I'm colder than ever, my niggas goin' for whatever
Niggas gripped up, tucked in the snow storm or the weather
or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy
Leave his whole body
Like shorty done put in her on already
Shooting with a cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the on already
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll up with friends
'Cause all of our gone-gone already
Nigga the-, nigga
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
She wanna eat every
I treat it like and gave her the cream of the wheat
And I rock it P and a B
I don't cop it less it's Louie, Gucci on the
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way the money piling
I'll be 'til a nigga make about a B in a week
Fuck niggas on me
But I'm Payton, always on the team with the green
And the money counter, 'cause I'm accounting
It be money coming in and out it, paper cut the money
niggas, I been thumbing out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fight
With a knife, brought a gun up out it
Don't you run up out it, lil
Uh, hit him a mini MAC
Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a gat?
Matter fact, me that
I'm literally at the spot that he said he'd be at, but is he at?
Like, nigga? Is you really tellin' me that?
Like I ain't prepared to hit him with a act?
Like, what you thought, I would react?
Have a nigga lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
Fuck niggas yelling it
Niggas get high and start hating on a nigga
It's like a nigga smokin' on a pack
Look, lil nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters with identities
who you send at me
I got a on me long as a ruler and centipede
I got Geneve, I got the energy
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm asking these niggas for 60 percent of the
No one me
Niggas is talking, but no one me
Niggas know the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to where they men'll be
I'm a way different on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y'all sit next to me
Guard where your head and ya be
I suggest you niggas never go me
I suggest you niggas go testin' me, nigga

I promise y'all niggas I do this shit in my sleep, it's
I come to the studio and say shit and it comes out that way
You know what I
I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand rounds anybody
Let these niggas know that all rapping fast shit
We can do it too,
Niggas be thinking they got that sauce
Not today,
Ain't that right,
Y'all what the fuck goin' on, man
Who next? Who Who next? For real, who next?
know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now