Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake (Freestyle)

To the genius I am
You'd have to have one foot on Venus to visit these arenas I'm in
Now did I say or Cerena's?
I kill shit, Venus/Cerena's, I kill shit, I Arenas
I'm ill the skill wit Ittba ittba the skill wit'
If this the shit that I
When I'm buildin' a buildin' built a billion builders
That's buildin' a buildin' on top of one
No feelin' is this one
No is stoppin' this one
be a dark night, won't it?
While overlookin' my city, had a Dark moment
I'm my city, same city that overlooked me
Now it's back to back tours, cause cities overbook me
Speaking of Dark Knight, I some jokers that scheme
Cuz I done blew up somethin' sick the openin' scene
Not to mention, nobody gon you this year
You just a joker, I made the pencil disappear
I got that Allen Poe flow, bars like a bear trap
Shakespeare's rebuttal would be a head scratch
I haven't been amateur, ever,
Iambic pentameter, clever,
Nobody even seems deep
I got stayin' awoke to put my dreams to sleep
But, me maneuver
New maroon drop for my
I moon rocks for my mule, I'm the future
Tell these I need my proper spot
They a of Papa Docs and Chocolate Drops
My proper, give me my props or not
I went Pac at 16 when my Pops was
Uh, it left my out of place
I guess why in my rhymes, I spend time out of space
So, I life, rappers talk
be a rap god if you've never 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, bulletin: we of sin
If we wade in the water, the weight of it 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 homies used to weight
Brakes, pump your brake, brake, brake,
Niggas break in and take, they don't breaks
I can't fail, I don't in it
You don't possess nor obedience
Comedians me that I wouldn't fly
I losin' family members and I wouldn't cry
if you had wooden eyes
You could see I'm fly in my future, so why 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"
Guess they "copy, paste" us we the right clique
Uh, get it? Right click, copy,
Life hit a rocky phase, ice wrist, shade
White whip, a hockey blade, like a hockey mask
Chop it like a hockey stick, niggas pop it to pocket
Talkin' bout you poppin' gas, runnin' wit' those sloppy
suckas probably be watchin' you get your pockets tapped
Fuck all that shit, where I'm from they cocking straps
Think you wavy 'til you get hit 8 in your stocking cap
But, I choose to
Made my old ex mad, gave my new ex
Went no X to one X to two X, well
I been nice my tee shirt was 2XL
Yeah that's XX, two exes ago
But it's still all like X's and O's
Cause at some point, we feel we exes who owe
You know an explanation why they an exit, and oh
If you think I'm talkin' bout my exes, on, man
XXL they've got one more chance
But, man I lay low
If I ain't on ya list, then that bitch should not exist, Te'o
I'm anti A-roll, that shit they puttin' up
Tell these niggas ain't good enough to bore me
I'm just paintin' so see the story
I be guarded in rap, to God be the glory