Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I (Freestyle)

Uh huh, Rob Got on the beat
We Ready?
Man this one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man
up though, Bey? Yeah
Don

Man, this one for the who hold me down so we forever on the rise
Long as I got charts, never me, myself & I
up, champagne
Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they need a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you know looking for the
Been trying to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the
show is just getting started, don't worry man take a seat
I got mom and bro around whats better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that shit was better than the
On the with my dad trying to handle whats out of hand
Reminiscing we used to 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all those meant to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, that ambiguous
Rappers who was killin shit, I can't feel that shit
Ya'll used to didn't my shit and now ya'll like "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, I be
Fresh as my nigga IB, up to Don C
The improved player, watch me turn that I to a V
On my third LP but by the its IV
That's the fourth, be surprised if I'm in first with (Holly's?)
We came a long way having hands together like God Please
Do I gotta emphasize, my mind spaced out
I call that bitch the enterprise
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out it close at 10 o'clock and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit spiritual
I'm the underdog but Underdog was a superhero too
And my city through hell, they need a miracle too
You're more about showing off, I'm more about and prove
Ya'll braggin about so and so, "Oh, he really it?
The new nigga in Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just hide behind his skits like half of rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of shit
I'm like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the same man I was a ago
I learned that could be a merry-go
Moving at a still is the scenario
I also learned some girls can fit the stereotype if got a stereo
Crazy what a cold bitch'll do for trees
Type that can't my hand even if they palm read
Got a good girl at home, that's all me
I gave my number out on the I'm like "call me", real nigga
they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying different
I got her listenin to that she wouldn't listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, This what I missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is fuel
I'ma take this little profit, I flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck arms, nigga open the safe
Respect in this bitch a gun on my waist
Rappin I got a gun in my face
I my life like I be runnin a race
Supa flow, up up and away
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma come for your spot then I cum in your
I been to make I gotta have it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, add-it addict
Beware of the niggas who abandon your shit was abandoned
But for the mansion
Then hit after hit hit
Somebody tell me what's the batting average
Sky Paradise, you niggas can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can white raft it

Man, we fucking around, man
off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around
We was in three cities today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we been going as fuck
My Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Sky Paradise shit man
Boogie doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't this shit
I believe it
Hey doe Detroit
Man doe to my family, my friends, my fans
I do for ya'll
We put our hearts this shit
My damn near gone
I know its like 5 in the morning
We ain't slept in days
We do this the heart man
And we did out our way
Boss up, it's to get it, yeah
Countin over money
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