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
up though, Bey? Yeah
Don

Man, this one for the who hold me down 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 album and 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 man take a seat
I got mom and bro like whats better 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 to play 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all those times to us
Girls ask me why call me big, that shit ambiguous
Rappers who was killin shit, lately I can't feel that
Ya'll used to didn't feel my and now ya'll like "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say up doe, where I be
Fresh as my 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 together God Please
Do I really gotta emphasize, my spaced out
Yeah I that bitch the enterprise
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), 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 that
Yeah I'm the but Underdog was a superhero too
And my city through hell, they need a miracle too
You're more about showing off, I'm about show and prove
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 ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of this shit
I'm "Aw, man. Here we go"
I'm not the same man I was a ago
I learned that could be a merry-go
at a stand still is the scenario
I also learned some girls can fit the if they got a stereo
what a cold bitch'll do for palm 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 out on the outro I'm like "call me", real nigga
they cut my umbilical, I pass 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 to Nas, she like "Man, This what I been missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I do, all the ridicule is just fuel
I'ma take this little profit, I gotta it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, open the safe
Respect in this like a gun on my waist
Rappin I got a gun in my face
I my life like I be runnin a race
Dupa flow, up up and away
You at the top, I'm on the way
come for your spot then I cum in your face
I been trying to make I gotta have it to a
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
Sky Paradise, you niggas can have it
Clique so hard, you can white water raft it

Man, we fucking around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, fuckin around
We was in three different today, man
out to my old team
Man, we been going hard as
My nigga Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Mac, Dark Sky Paradise shit man
Boogie doe
Hey the out tomorrow, man I can't believe this shit
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 into shit
My boys damn near
I don't know its 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
blessings over money
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