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

Uh huh, Rob Got on the beat
We Ready?
Man this like one of my Beyonce songs, man
What up though, 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
Straight up,
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 to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the street
This show is just getting started, don't worry man a seat
I got mom and bro around whats better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that shit was better the Grammy's
On the phone with my dad to handle whats out of hand
we used 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, shit ambiguous
Rappers who was killin shit, lately I can't feel that
Ya'll used to didn't feel my shit and now like "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, I be
as my nigga IB, what up to Don C
The most improved player, 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
Yeah I call that the enterprise
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it 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 hell, they need a miracle too
You're more showing off, I'm more about show and prove
Ya'll braggin about so and so, "Oh, he really it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just hide behind his like half of these rappers do
And then fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of this shit
I'm "Aw, man. Here we go"
I'm not the man I was a year ago
I that life could be a merry-go
at a stand still is the scenario
I also learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a
what a cold bitch'll do for palm trees
Type that can't hold my hand even if they palm
Got a good at home, yeah that's all me
I gave my number out on the I'm like "call me", real nigga
Since cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying food
I got her listenin to music she wouldn't listen to
Got her to Nas, she like "Man, This what I been missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I do, all the ridicule is just fuel
I'ma take little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck arms, nigga open the safe
Respect in this bitch a gun on my waist
Rappin like I got a gun in my
I treat my like I be runnin a race
Supa Dupa flow, up up and
You at the top, I'm on the way
come for your spot then I cum in your face
I been to make I gotta have it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, add-it addict
Beware of the niggas who abandon when your shit was
But for the mansion
hit after hit after hit
Somebody tell me the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you niggas can it
rainin so hard, you can white water raft it

Man, we fucking around, man
off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around
We was in three cities today, man
out to my old team
Man, we going hard as fuck
My Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky shit man
Boogie doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe this
I believe it
Hey doe Detroit
Man waddup doe to my family, my friends, my
I do this for
We put our hearts this shit
My boys damn gone
I don't 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, time to get it, yeah
Countin blessings over
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