Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go silly those
I got a pocket
Down to and chop and pop a nigga that really impose
that's wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they good and they feelings on
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga pose
Get Milli Vanillied those
Turn a beef plate to a
Bitch, I be really in Philly those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga gotten bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
I'm colder than ever, my niggas goin' for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow or the weather
or the desert, hands drawn on a Dessy
Leave his body bloody
Like shorty put in her tampon on already
with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the charm on
We go to jail, shit'll be fine, we'll meet up with friends
'Cause all of our mans already
the-, nigga the-
I'ma do a three in week, I the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
She eat every morning
I treat it like porridge and gave her the cream of the
And I rock it P and a B
I don't cop it less it's Louie, on the pocket
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the money
I'll be wildin' 'til a nigga make a B in a week
Fuck hating on me
But I'm Gary Payton, on the team with the green
And the money counter, 'cause when I'm
It be money coming in and coming out it, paper cut the
Dummy niggas, I been out it
not to run up out it in a fist fight
With a knife, nigga a gun up out it
you run up out it, lil nigga
Uh, hit him with a MAC
Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger
fact, riddle me that
I'm literally at the spot that he said be at, but where is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you tellin' me that?
Like I ain't to hit him with a felony act?
Like, you thought, I would never react?
Have a lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
Fuck niggas yelling it
Niggas get and start hating on a real nigga
It's a nigga smokin' on a jealousy pack
Look, lil nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters hidden 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 what the result of the end'll be
Niggas won't how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way different on Hennessy
I got the recipe, none of y'all niggas sit to me
Guard where your and ya chest'll be
I suggest you never go testin' 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 just say 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 that rapping shit
We can do it too,
Niggas be thinking they got that sauce
Not today,
that right, man?
Y'all know what the fuck on, man
Who next? Who next? Who For real, who next?
Lemme know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off
me now