Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers On The Board (Freestyle)

Not wearing two but I keep it true
Real niggas wit me, my real too
Out for change, yea I gotta eat
Patience is a virtue something gon' come to me
I'm rollin O.G. it out the roof
She me, mackin hoes like CPOs
She me, might saw me on TV too
Thuggin wit the homies tryna it kickin' ghetto tunes
Out the gutter bitch, your focus is?
Small time hustlin, now time to do it big
I want it all, cars yea the newest shit
Came a long way round on my Buick shit
Went by any means, who it best?
Kobe Bryant mind state I'm til I'm accurate
stop it til I'm a couple million strong
Grinding to put my loved ones on in my
Not your average rapper, step inside my
Far from you average rappers, nothin is by the
to Hell's Kitchen, show you just how to cook
This city is of bishops, putting pressure on rooks
My vision so my brain on another planet
To it you gon' need more than a neurologist
to be honest, far from lyrical
Gifted miracles when I rhyme it's a ritual
Spit it it hit you spiritual
I'm my day to triumph
All I got is my word and my swore top is a
I pray, pray a never get in my way
Cause that'll be the moment he his bed and just lay
And now you see me shinin' timing I'm a Top Dawg
I love this feelin' make a killing when I'm on
All my surrounded by negativity, jealousy
(Through the mist of it all is what tellin' me)

(Muthafuckas rhyme no more, bout crimes no more)

When I was in the streets I put them on the board
I two niggas, put they chains in the pawn shop
Got 500 spent it all on a quarter
Made about
new J's was about 200
The word got back, they I dun it
Spent a on a few new drummas
it to them cause I knew they was comin'
Three yards left, ran through those like first and
Naw I'm back pistol close like "who got the dough?"
Yea, DMX of the
Skinny black nigga with a complex fuck pyrex
Robbin no patience for the nonsense
Professor X with a tec get mind hit
They say I rap with a chip on my
Naw nigga the wits of a soldier
Muthafucka it's Jay

[Outro: Lamar]
(laughs)
You got it big bro!