Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go silly those
I got a rocket
Down to and chop and pop a nigga that really impose
Niggas wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they good and feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of a nigga that pose
Get Milli with those
Turn a beef plate to a
Bitch, I be really in Philly those
rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger
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
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
Leave his body bloody
Like done put in her tampon on already
with a Vietnam 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-, the-
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, it's or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I be in repeat
She wanna eat every
I treat it porridge and gave her the cream of the wheat
And I it like P and a B
I cop it less it's Louie, Gucci on the pocket
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
niggas hating on me
But I'm Gary Payton, always on the team with the
And the money counter, when I'm accounting
It be money coming in and out it, paper cut the money
Dummy niggas, I been out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist
With a knife, nigga 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 a bigger gat?
fact, riddle me that
I'm at the spot that he said he'd be at, but where is he at?
Like, really Is you really tellin' me that?
Like I ain't prepared to hit him with a felony
Like, what you thought, I would react?
Have a nigga lookin' like he fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
Fuck yelling it back
Niggas get and start hating on a real nigga
It's like a nigga smokin' on a jealousy
Look, lil nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters hidden identities
who you send at me
I got a stack on me long as a and centipede
I got Geneve, I got the energy
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm these niggas for 60 percent of the entity
No one me
Niggas is talking, but no one me
know what the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to find where men'll be
I'm a way nigga on Hennessy
I got the recipe, of y'all niggas sit next to me
Guard your head and ya chest'll be
I suggest you niggas never go me
I suggest you niggas never go me, nigga

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