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

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

Man, this one for the ones who me down so we forever on the rise
Long as I got charts, it's me, myself & I
up, champagne
Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you looking for the leaks
Been trying to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the
This show is just getting started, worry man take a seat
I got mom and bro around whats better than the family
Did a at House of Blues that shit was better than the Grammy's
On the phone with my dad trying to handle out of hand
Reminiscing we to play 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all those times to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, that ambiguous
Rappers who was shit, lately I can't feel that shit
Ya'll to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll like "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say up doe, where I be
as my nigga IB, what up to Don C
The most improved player, me turn that I to a V
On my LP but by the time its IV
the fourth, don't be surprised if I'm in first with (Holly's?)
We came a long way from having hands together God Please
Do I gotta emphasize, my mind spaced out
Yeah I that bitch the enterprise
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), 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 spiritual
Yeah I'm the but Underdog was a superhero too
And my city going through hell, they need a too
You're about showing off, I'm more about show and prove
Ya'll about so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new nigga in Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just behind his skits like half of these rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his like they savior of this shit
I'm like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the same man I was a ago
I learned life could be a merry-go
Moving at a stand is the scenario
I learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they 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, that's all me
I gave my number out on the outro I'm like "call me", real
they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying food
I got her to music that she wouldn't listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, This what I missin, boo?"
do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just fuel
I'ma take this little profit, I gotta flip it, no
Nigga, fuck arms, nigga open the safe
Respect in bitch like a gun on my waist
Rappin like I got a gun in my
I treat my life I be runnin a race
Supa Dupa flow, up up and
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma come for your spot then I cum in face
I trying to make I gotta have it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, add-it addict
Beware of the niggas who abandon when shit was abandoned
But for the mansion
Then hit hit after hit
tell me what's the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can white water it

Man, we fucking around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, just fuckin
We was in three different today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we going hard as fuck
My nigga Xeno, Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky Paradise man
waddup doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe shit
I believe it
Hey doe Detroit
Man doe to my family, my friends, my fans
I do this for
We put our hearts into this
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 time to get it,
blessings over money
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