Luyện nghe bài hát New Slaves Freestyle

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

Fred Money]
You see, leaders and there's followers
I'm too busy getting chips to ya
You see, there's and there's followers
I'm too getting chips to acknowledge ya

2: J.R. Writer]
I'm from the era of the
Different kinda rap
My is wack
He can never get a
I'm a veteran, evident
I'm better than you
Nigga better than, it's
Thomas know that
I rap, you can tell
Little bit of Big, bit of L
Little bit of Pac, bit of Pun
You don't my shit? You can go to hell
Hold up -- I'm here,
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
Your lady fam she dig it, R is fresh
Wanna her hands and dig in my Armani sweats
Keep that in check
Who said he wanna spar with
Shhhh -- it's quiet I'm on the set
Them bitches you want
I hit 'em when I
Getting in the jump off of and a blunt
Jodeci, got my diamonds all at once
She know it's me, Mercedes sprinter in the front
Chump, look me up -- ain't no with the pen
I'm dope; shoot me up -- I just got your skin
Must be getting high I ain't sick as him
He ain't fly, he's just following a trend
And again, this is what you lack
I'm too busy getting busy to acknowledge you