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

Uh huh, Rob Got on the beat
We Yeah
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, it's me, myself & I
up, champagne
Man one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't need a receipt
All the plumbers, you know 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 take a
I got mom and bro like whats better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that shit was than the Grammy's
On the with my dad trying to handle whats out of hand
Reminiscing we used to play 5-on-5, no to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all times meant to us
Girls ask me why call me big, that shit ambiguous
Rappers who was killin shit, lately I can't that shit
Ya'll used to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll like "you this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say up doe, where I be
as my nigga IB, what 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 from having together like 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 underdog but was a superhero too
And my city through hell, they need a miracle too
You're more about showing off, I'm about show and prove
Ya'll braggin about so and so, like "Oh, he it?
The new nigga in Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he hide behind his skits 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 learned that could be a merry-go
Moving at a stand still is the
I also learned some girls can fit the if they got a stereo
Crazy what a cold bitch'll do for trees
Type that can't hold my hand if they palm read
Got a good girl at home, yeah all me
I gave my number out on the outro I'm "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 that she wouldn't to
Got her to Nas, she like "Man, This what I been missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just
I'ma take this profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck arms, nigga open the safe
Respect in bitch like a gun on my waist
Rappin I got a gun in my face
I treat my life like I be runnin a
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 face
I been trying to I gotta have it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma addict
Beware of the niggas who abandon when your was abandoned
But for the mansion
Then hit after hit hit
Somebody tell me what's the fuckin batting
Sky Paradise, you niggas can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can water raft it

Man, we just around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, just fuckin
We was in different cities today, man
out to my old team
Man, we been going as fuck
My nigga Xeno, 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 this shit
I can't it
Hey doe Detroit
Man doe to my family, my friends, my fans
I do this for
We put our hearts this shit
My damn near gone
I know its like 5 in the morning
We ain't slept in fuckin
We do this from the man
And we did out our way
Boss up, it's to get it, yeah
Countin blessings over
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