Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake (Freestyle)

To recognize the I am
You'd have to have one foot on Venus to even these arenas I'm in
Now did I say arenas or
I kill shit, Venus/Cerena's, I kill shit, I Arenas
I'm ill wit' the wit Ittba ittba the skill wit'
If this the that I build
When I'm a buildin' built with a billion builders
That's buildin' a buildin' on top of one
No feelin' is this one
No villain is stoppin' one
That'd be a night, won't it?
While my city, had a Dark Knight moment
I'm overlookin' my city, same city overlooked me
Now back to back tours, cause cities just overbook me
Speaking of Dark Knight, I know jokers that scheme
Cuz I blew up somethin' sick like the openin' scene
Not to mention, nobody gon mention you year
You just a joker, I really made the disappear
I got that Edgar Allen Poe flow, bars like a trap
Shakespeare's only would be a head scratch
I been amateur, ever, never
pentameter, clever, better
Nobody even this deep
I got niggas stayin' awoke to put my dreams to
But, me maneuver
New maroon drop for my
I need rocks for my mule, I'm the future
Tell these I need my proper spot
They a bunch of Docs and Chocolate Drops
My 16's proper, give me my or not
I went Pac at 16 when my Pops was
Uh, it left my out of place
I guess that's why in my rhymes, I spend out of space
So, I life, rappers talk
Can't be a rap god if you've rapped for God
Uh, gotta be close to him like the woman in The who felt she could be blessed just to grab his cloth
Uh, we full of sin
If we wade in the water, the of it might pull us in
They, fake, fake, fake, fake,
Can't fake you ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't
Wait, if you're searchin' for a way,
I made a way, all my used to weigh weight
Brakes, pump brake, brake, brake, brakes
Niggas in and take, they don't take breaks
I can't fail, I don't in it
You possess humble nor obedience
Comedians me that I wouldn't fly
I remember losin' family and I wouldn't cry
Nigga if you had wooden
You see I'm fly in my future, so why wouldn't I?
I'm too good, these good and high
Boys in the hood don't wit' you Cuba Goodin' guys
Niggas on that "be alike"
they "copy, paste" us cause we the right clique
Uh, get it? click, copy, paste?
Life hit a rocky phase, ice wrist, Versace
White whip, a hockey blade, grill a hockey mask
Chop it like a hockey stick, niggas pop it to cash
Talkin' bout you poppin' gas, runnin' wit' those sloppy
Same probably be watchin' you get your pockets tapped
Fuck all that cocky shit, I'm from they cocking straps
Think you wavy 'til you get hit with 8 in stocking cap
But, I choose to
my old ex mad, gave my new ex hell
Went no X to one X to two X, well
I been since my tee shirt was 2XL
Yeah that's XX, like two ago
But it's still all love X's and O's
at some point, we feel we have exes who owe
You know an explanation why made an exit, and oh
If you think I'm bout my exes, come on, man
Tell XXL they've got one more
But, man I lay low
If I ain't on ya list, then that should not exist, Manti Te'o
I'm A-roll, that shit they puttin' up corny
Tell these they ain't good enough to bore me
I'm just paintin' so see the story
I can't be guarded in rap, to God be the