Luyện nghe bài hát New Slaves Freestyle

[Verse 1: Money]
I was in the era when
Getting money niggas was off of heroin
Nowadays, they in or going broke
Hot as hell, that's a fact -- watch you rat on folks
I say what broke nigga 'em?
Where's the loyalty in game?
Been doing ice for years, you met David Blaine
What you want? A Rollie, cuban link, a big
All these rap cats wearing the same
Talking riff, but only a few change
Black whip, that's that mussain,
I'm too

[Hook: Fred
You see, there's and there's followers
I'm too busy getting chips to ya
You see, leaders and there's followers
I'm too busy getting chips to ya

2: J.R. Writer]
I'm the era of the crack
Different level rap
My competitor is
He can get a track
I'm a veteran, evident
I'm better than you
better than, it's light
Thomas Edison that
I rap, you can tell
Little bit of Big, bit of L
bit of Pac, little bit of Pun
You don't like my You can go to hell
up -- I'm here, though
Snapping on you
to tell you, but your favorite rapper is a weirdo
Yeah, I'm the best
the Harlem threat
Sickening, tell them God chess
I put the song to
lady fam said she dig it, R is fresh
Wanna take her hands and dig in my sweats
Keep that broad in
Who said he wanna spar death?
-- it's quiet when I'm on the set
Them bitches you want
I hit 'em I want
Getting in the jump off of and a blunt
Jodeci, got my diamonds all at once
She know it's me, black Mercedes in the front
Chump, me up -- ain't no hotter with the pen
I'm dope; shoot me up -- I got under your skin
Must be getting high I ain't sick as him
He ain't getting fly, he's following a trend
And again, this is you obviously lack
I'm too busy getting busy to acknowledge you