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

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

Man, this one for the ones who hold me so we forever on the rise
Long as I got charts, never me, myself & I
Straight up,
Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they need a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you know looking for the
Been trying to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the
This show is just started, don't worry man take a seat
I got mom and bro around whats better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that 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 all those 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 to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll like "you hear this shit?"
niggas, say whats 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 third LP but by the 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 really gotta emphasize, my spaced out
Yeah I that bitch the enterprise
I hop up on the with (MJ, I can't?), watch me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

standing 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 going through hell, they need a too
You're more about showing off, I'm more about show and
Ya'll braggin about so and so, like "Oh, he it?
The new nigga in 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 bitch like they savior of 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 still is the
I also learned some can fit the stereotype if they got a stereo
what a cold bitch'll do for palm trees
Type that hold my hand even if they palm read
Got a good girl at home, yeah all me
I gave my number out on the outro I'm like "call me", real
Since they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my
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, 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 flip it, no
Nigga, open 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 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 make I have it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma addict
Beware of the niggas who abandon your shit was abandoned
But for the mansion
hit after hit after hit
Somebody me what's the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can water raft it

Man, we fucking around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, just fuckin
We was in three 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, Dark Sky Paradise man
waddup doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe this
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 boys damn gone
I don't its like 5 in the morning
We slept in fuckin days
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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