Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake (Freestyle)

To the genius I am
You'd have to have one foot on Venus to even 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 skill wit Ittba the skill wit'
If the shit that I build
When I'm buildin' a buildin' built with a billion
buildin' a buildin' on top of this one
No is toppin' this one
No villain is stoppin' one
be a dark night, won't it?
While my city, had a Dark Knight moment
I'm overlookin' my city, same 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 somethin' sick like the openin'
Not to mention, nobody gon mention you year
You just a joker, I made the pencil disappear
I got Edgar Allen Poe flow, bars like a bear trap
Shakespeare's rebuttal would be a head scratch
I haven't amateur, ever, never
pentameter, clever, better
Nobody even seems this
I got niggas awoke to put my dreams to sleep
But, me maneuver
New drop for my jewel
I need moon rocks for my mule, I'm the
Tell these I need my proper spot
They a bunch of Papa and Chocolate Drops
My proper, give me my props or not
I Pac at 16 when my Pops was shot
Uh, it left my mind out of
I guess why in my rhymes, I spend time out of space
So, I speak life, rappers
Can't be a rap god if you've rapped for God
Uh, gotta be 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 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 for a way, wait
I made a way, all my homies used to weigh
Brakes, pump your brake, brake, brake,
Niggas in and take, they don't take breaks
I can't fail, I don't in it
You don't possess humble nor
Comedians told me I wouldn't fly
I losin' family 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
in the hood don't rock wit' you Cuba Goodin' guys
Niggas on that "be alike"
Guess "copy, paste" us cause we the right clique
Uh, get it? click, copy, paste?
Life hit a phase, ice wrist, Versace shade
whip, a hockey blade, grill like a hockey mask
Chop it a hockey stick, niggas pop it to pocket cash
Talkin' bout you poppin' gas, runnin' those sloppy cats
Same probably be watchin' you get your pockets tapped
Fuck all that shit, where I'm from they cocking straps
you wavy 'til you get hit with 8 in your stocking cap
But, I to excel
Made my old ex mad, gave my new ex
Went from no X to one X to two X,
I been since my tee shirt was 2XL
Yeah XX, like two exes ago
But it's still all love X's and O's
Cause at some point, we feel we have who owe
You know an why they made an exit, and oh
If you I'm talkin' bout my exes, come 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, Manti
I'm anti A-roll, that shit they up corny
Tell these niggas they ain't enough to bore me
I'm just paintin' so y'all see the
I be guarded in rap, to God be the glory