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

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

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

Verses out like it close at 10 o'clock and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit that
Yeah I'm the underdog but was a superhero too
And my city going through hell, they need a too
You're more about showing off, I'm more about show and
Ya'll about so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new nigga in rap? Well, can he spit?"
Or do he just hide behind his skits half of these rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like savior of this shit
I'm "Aw, man. Here we go"
I'm not the same man I was a ago
I learned that life 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 palm
Type that can't hold my hand if they palm read
Got a good girl at home, yeah all me
I gave my out on the outro I'm like "call me", real nigga
Since cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical
Yeah my is vegan, she got my ass trying different food
I got her listenin to music she wouldn't listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she "Man, This what I been missin, boo?"
do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just fuel
I'ma take this little profit, I gotta it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, nigga the safe
Respect in this bitch like a gun on my
Rappin like I got a gun in my
I treat my life like I be a race
Supa Dupa flow, up up and
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma come for your spot I cum in your face
I been trying to make I gotta it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma add-it
Beware of the niggas who abandon when your was abandoned
But there for the
Then hit hit after hit
Somebody tell me the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you niggas can it
Clique rainin so hard, you can white water it

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