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 shit, I Killbit Arenas
I'm ill wit' the wit Ittba ittba the skill wit'
If the shit that I build
When I'm a buildin' built with a billion builders
That's a buildin' on top of this one
No is toppin' this one
No is stoppin' this one
That'd be a dark night, it?
While overlookin' my city, had a Dark Knight
I'm overlookin' my city, city that overlooked me
Now it's back to back tours, cause just overbook me
Speaking of Dark Knight, I some jokers that scheme
Cuz I done blew up sick like the openin' scene
Not to mention, gon mention you this year
You just a joker, I really made the pencil
I got Edgar Allen Poe flow, bars like a bear trap
Shakespeare's rebuttal would be a head scratch
I haven't been amateur, ever,
pentameter, clever, better
Nobody even this 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 niggas I my proper spot
They a bunch of Papa Docs and Chocolate
My 16's proper, me my props or not
I Pac at 16 when my Pops was shot
Uh, it my mind out of place
I guess that's why in my rhymes, I time out of space
So, I speak life, rappers
be a rap god if you've never rapped for God
Uh, be close to him like the woman in The Bible who felt she could be blessed just to grab his cloth
Uh, we full of sin
If we wade in the water, the weight of it might us in
They, fake, fake, fake, fake,
fake what you ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't
Wait, if searchin' for a way, wait
I made a way, all my homies used to weight
Brakes, pump your brake, brake, brake,
break in and take, they don't take breaks
I fail, I don't believe in it
You don't possess nor obedience
told me that I wouldn't fly
I remember losin' members and I wouldn't cry
Nigga if you had wooden
You could see I'm fly in my future, so why I?
I'm too good, these niggas good and
Boys in the hood don't rock wit' you Goodin' guys
Niggas on "be alike" shit
Guess they "copy, paste" us we the right clique
Uh, get it? click, copy, paste?
Life hit a phase, ice wrist, Versace shade
White whip, a hockey blade, grill like a hockey
it like a hockey stick, niggas pop it to pocket cash
Talkin' bout you poppin' gas, runnin' those sloppy cats
Same suckas probably be you get your pockets tapped
all that cocky shit, where I'm from they cocking straps
Think you wavy 'til you get hit 8 in your 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 nice my tee shirt was 2XL
Yeah XX, like two exes ago
But it's still all like X's and O's
Cause at some point, we feel we have who owe
You know an explanation why made an exit, and oh
If you think I'm talkin' bout my exes, on, man
Tell XXL 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 puttin' up corny
Tell these they ain't good enough to bore me
I'm just so y'all see the story
I can't be guarded in rap, to God be the