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

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

Man, one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the rise
as I got charts, it's never me, myself & I
Straight up,
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 lines in the
This show is just getting started, don't worry man take a
I got mom and bro around whats better than the family
Did a show at of Blues that shit was better than the Grammy's
On the phone with my dad trying to handle 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 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
Fresh as my IB, what up to Don C
The most improved player, me turn that 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 first (Holly's?)
We came a long way from having hands together 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?), watch me my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it close at 10 and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit spiritual
Yeah I'm the but Underdog was a superhero too
And my city through hell, they need a miracle too
You're more showing off, I'm more about show and prove
Ya'll braggin so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new nigga in rap? Well, can he spit?"
Or do he just behind his skits like 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 man I was a year ago
I learned that life could be a
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 "call me", real nigga
Since they cut my umbilical, I weed in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying different
I got her to music that she wouldn't listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she "Man, This what I been missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I do, all the ridicule is just fuel
take this little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, open the safe
Respect in this bitch like a gun on my
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 come for your spot I cum in your face
I been trying to make I gotta it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma 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 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 been going hard as
My Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Sky Paradise shit man
waddup doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe this
I can't 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 near
I know its like 5 in the morning
We ain't in fuckin days
We do this from the man
And we did out our way
Boss up, it's to get it, yeah
blessings over money
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