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
What up though, Bey?
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
up, champagne
Man this one for the ones who cop the and they ain't need a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you know looking for the
Been trying to find middle ground, like yellow in the street
show is just getting started, don't worry man take a seat
I got mom and bro around like whats better 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, that shit
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 whats up doe, I be
Fresh as my IB, what up to Don C
The most improved player, watch me turn I to a V
On my LP but by the time its IV
That's the fourth, don't be surprised if I'm in with (Holly's?)
We came a way from having hands together like God Please
Do I really gotta emphasize, my mind out
I call that bitch the enterprise
I hop up on the with (MJ, I can't?), watch me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it close at 10 o'clock and its
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
braggin about so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he hide behind his skits like half of these rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they of this shit
I'm like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the man I was a year ago
I learned that life be a merry-go
at a stand still is the scenario
I also some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a stereo
Crazy what a cold bitch'll do for trees
Type can't hold my hand even if they palm read
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 they cut my umbilical, I pass in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying food
I got her listenin to that she wouldn't listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, 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 open arms, nigga the safe
in this bitch like a gun on my waist
Rappin like I got a gun in my
I treat my life like I be a race
Dupa flow, up up and away
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma come for your then I cum in your face
I been trying to make I gotta it to a habit
to the mathematics, I'ma add-it addict
Beware of the niggas who abandon your shit was abandoned
But there for the
hit after hit after hit
Somebody tell me the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you niggas can it
Clique so hard, you can white water raft it

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