Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake (Freestyle)

To the genius I am
You'd have to have one foot on Venus to even visit arenas I'm in
Now did I say or Cerena's?
I shit, Venus/Cerena's, I kill shit, I Killbit Arenas
I'm ill wit' the skill wit Ittba ittba the wit'
If the shit that I build
When I'm a buildin' built with a billion builders
buildin' a buildin' on top of this one
No feelin' is this one
No villain is 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 just overbook me
Speaking of Knight, I know some jokers that scheme
Cuz I done blew up somethin' sick like the scene
Not to mention, nobody gon mention you this
You just a joker, I really made the disappear
I got that Edgar Allen Poe flow, like a bear trap
Shakespeare's only rebuttal be a head scratch
I haven't amateur, ever, never
pentameter, clever, better
Nobody even seems deep
I got niggas stayin' awoke to put my dreams to
But, watch me
New drop for my jewel
I moon rocks for my mule, I'm the future
Tell these niggas I need my spot
a bunch of Papa Docs and Chocolate Drops
My 16's proper, give me my 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, talk
Can't be a rap god if you've never for God
Uh, gotta be close to him like the woman in The Bible who felt she could be blessed just to his cloth
Uh, bulletin: we 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 to weigh weight
Brakes, pump your brake, brake, brake,
Niggas break in and take, they take breaks
I fail, I don't believe in it
You don't possess nor obedience
Comedians told me I wouldn't fly
I remember losin' 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 rock wit' you Cuba Goodin'
Niggas on that "be alike"
Guess they "copy, paste" us cause we the clique
Uh, get it? click, copy, paste?
hit a rocky phase, ice wrist, Versace shade
White whip, a blade, grill like a hockey mask
Chop it like a stick, niggas pop it to pocket cash
Talkin' bout you poppin' gas, wit' those sloppy cats
Same suckas be watchin' you get your pockets tapped
Fuck all that cocky shit, where I'm they cocking straps
Think you wavy 'til you get hit with 8 in your cap
But, I to excel
Made my old ex mad, gave my new ex
from no X to one X to two X, well
I been nice my tee shirt was 2XL
Yeah that's XX, like two 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 made an exit, and oh
If you think I'm talkin' 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 bitch not exist, Manti Te'o
I'm anti A-roll, shit they puttin' up corny
these niggas they ain't good enough to bore me
I'm paintin' so y'all see the story
I can't be guarded in rap, to God be the