Luyện nghe bài hát Numbers On The Board (Freestyle)

Not wearing two chains but I it true
Real niggas wit me, my real too
Out for trump change, yea I eat
is a virtue something flawless gon' come to me
I'm rollin O.G. blow it out the
She eyeballin me, mackin hoes 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 hustlin, now it's time to do it big
I want it all, cars yea the newest shit
Came a long way ridin round on my shit
Went by any means, who said it
Kobe Bryant state I'm shootin til I'm accurate
Can't stop it til I'm a million strong
Grinding to put my loved ones on in my
Not your average rapper, step my universe
Far from you rappers, nothin is by the book
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, show you just how to
This city is of bishops, putting pressure on rooks
My vision so panoramic my brain on another
To reach it you need more than a neurologist
Honestly to be honest, far from
with miracles when I rhyme it's a ritual
Spit it it hit you nigga
I'm planning my day to
All I got is my word and my swore top is a
I pray, pray a never get in my way
that'll be the moment he make 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 life by negativity, jealousy
(Through the mist of it all is what tellin' me)

(Muthafuckas can't 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 piece
about 1500
Them new J's was 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 like first and goal
Naw I'm back pistol close like "who got the dough?"
Yea, DMX of the
Skinny black nigga with a complex fuck your
Robbin everything no patience for the
X with a tec get your mind hit
They say I rap with a chip on my
Naw nigga this the wits of a
it's Jay Rock

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