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

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

Man, this one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the
Long as I got charts, it's me, myself & I
up, champagne
Man this one for the ones who cop the and they ain't need a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you looking for the leaks
Been trying to find ground, like yellow lines in the street
This show is just getting started, don't worry man a seat
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
we used to play 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all times 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 feel my shit and now like "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say up doe, where I be
Fresh as my IB, what up to Don C
The most player, watch me turn that I to a V
On my LP but by the time its IV
That's the fourth, don't be if I'm in first with (Holly's?)
We a long way from having hands together like God Please
Do I gotta emphasize, my mind spaced out
Yeah I call that the enterprise
I hop up on the song (MJ, I can't?), watch me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it close at 10 and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit spiritual
I'm the underdog but Underdog was a superhero too
And my city going hell, they need a miracle too
more about showing off, I'm more about show and prove
Ya'll braggin about so and so, like "Oh, he it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really 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 like they savior of this shit
I'm like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the man I was a year ago
I that life could be a merry-go
Moving at a stand is the scenario
I also learned some girls can fit the if they got a stereo
Crazy a cold bitch'll do for palm trees
Type that can't my hand even if they palm read
Got a good girl at home, yeah all me
I gave my number out on the I'm like "call me", real nigga
Since they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying food
I got her listenin to music she wouldn't listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, what I been missin, boo?"
do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just fuel
I'ma take little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, nigga open the
Respect in this bitch a gun on my waist
Rappin I got a gun in my face
I treat my like I be runnin a race
Dupa flow, up up and away
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 have it to a habit
to the mathematics, I'ma add-it addict
Beware of the who abandon when your shit was abandoned
But there for the
hit after hit after hit
Somebody me what's the fuckin batting average
Sky Paradise, you niggas can have it
Clique so hard, you can white water raft it

Man, we fucking around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, just around
We was in three different today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we going hard as fuck
My Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky Paradise man
Boogie doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I believe this shit
I believe it
Hey doe Detroit
Man doe to my family, my friends, my fans
I do this for
We put our into this shit
My damn near gone
I don't know its like 5 in the
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 blessings money
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