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

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

Man, this one for the ones who hold me down so we on the rise
as I got charts, it's never me, myself & I
Straight up,
Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you looking for the leaks
Been trying to find 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 better than the
Did a show at House of Blues that shit was better 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)
man what all those times meant to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, shit ambiguous
Rappers who was shit, lately I can't feel that shit
Ya'll used to didn't feel my and now ya'll like "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, I be
as my nigga IB, what up to Don C
The most player, watch 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 with (Holly's?)
We came a long way from having hands together God Please
Do I really emphasize, my mind spaced out
Yeah I call that bitch the
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it close at 10 o'clock and its
Oh boy, I spit that
Yeah I'm the underdog but Underdog was a too
And my city going through hell, they a miracle too
more about showing off, I'm more about show and prove
Ya'll about so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new nigga in 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 like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the same man I was a ago
I that life could be a merry-go
Moving at a still is the scenario
I also learned some girls can fit the if they got a stereo
Crazy what a cold bitch'll do for palm
Type that can't hold my even if they palm read
Got a good 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 different food
I got her listenin to music that she 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 this little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, nigga open the
Respect in this bitch like a gun on my
like I got a gun in my face
I treat my life like I be a race
Supa Dupa flow, up up and
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 when your was abandoned
But there for the
hit after hit after hit
Somebody tell me the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you can have it
rainin so hard, you can white water raft it

Man, we fucking around, man
off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around
We was in different cities today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we been going as fuck
My nigga Xeno, Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Mac, Dark Sky Paradise shit man
waddup doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe shit
I can't it
Hey doe Detroit
Man waddup doe to my family, my friends, my
I do for ya'll
We put our hearts into shit
My boys damn near
I don't know its like 5 in the
We slept in fuckin days
We do from the heart man
And we did out our way
Boss up, it's to get it, yeah
blessings over money
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