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

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

Man, this one for the ones who hold me down so we on the rise
Long as I got charts, it's never me, & I
Straight up,
Man one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't need 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 man take a seat
I got mom and bro around like whats 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 whats out of
Reminiscing we used to play 5-on-5, no to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all those times to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, that 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 hear shit?"
Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, I be
as my nigga IB, what up to Don C
The most improved player, watch me turn I to a V
On my third LP but by the its IV
That's the fourth, don't be if I'm in first with (Holly's?)
We came a long way from having hands 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 out like it close at 10 o'clock and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit spiritual
Yeah I'm the underdog but Underdog was a too
And my city going hell, they need a miracle too
You're more about showing off, I'm about show and prove
Ya'll about so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just hide behind his skits like half of rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and 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
Moving at a still is the scenario
I also learned some girls can fit the stereotype if got a stereo
Crazy what a cold bitch'll do for palm
that can't hold my hand even if they palm read
Got a girl at home, yeah that's all me
I gave my number out on the outro I'm like "call me", real
Since they cut my umbilical, I 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 vibin to Nas, she "Man, This 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, open the safe
in this bitch like a gun on my waist
Rappin I got a gun in my face
I my life like I be runnin a race
Supa flow, up up and away
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma for your spot then I cum in your face
I been trying to I gotta have it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, add-it addict
of the niggas who abandon when your shit was abandoned
But there for the
hit after hit after hit
Somebody tell me what's the fuckin batting
Dark Sky Paradise, you can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can white raft it

Man, we just around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, fuckin around
We was in different 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 shit man
Boogie doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't this shit
I can't it
Hey waddup doe
Man doe to my family, my friends, my fans
I do for ya'll
We put our hearts into shit
My boys near gone
I know its like 5 in the morning
We ain't slept in fuckin
We do from the heart man
And we did out our way
up, it's time to get it, yeah
Countin blessings money
up