Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake (Freestyle)

To the genius I am
You'd to have one foot on Venus to even visit these arenas I'm in
Now did I say arenas or
I shit, Venus/Cerena's, I kill 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 built with a billion builders
buildin' a buildin' on top of this one
No feelin' is toppin' one
No villain is stoppin' one
That'd be a night, won't it?
While overlookin' my city, had a Dark Knight
I'm overlookin' my city, same city overlooked me
Now it's to back tours, cause cities just overbook me
Speaking of Dark Knight, I know some jokers that
Cuz I done blew up somethin' sick like the scene
Not to mention, gon mention you this year
You just a joker, I really made the pencil
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 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 niggas I need my proper spot
They a bunch of Papa Docs and Chocolate
My 16's proper, me my props or not
I went Pac at 16 my Pops was shot
Uh, it my mind out of place
I that's why in my rhymes, I spend time out of space
So, I life, rappers talk
Can't be a rap god if never rapped for God
Uh, gotta be close to him like the woman in The Bible who she could be blessed just to grab his cloth
Uh, bulletin: we of sin
If we wade in the water, the of it might pull us in
They, fake, fake, fake, fake,
Can't 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 brake, brake, brake, brakes
Niggas break in and take, they take breaks
I can't fail, I believe in it
You don't humble nor obedience
Comedians told me that I fly
I remember losin' family 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 and high
Boys in the hood don't rock wit' you Cuba guys
on that "be alike" shit
Guess they "copy, paste" us we the right clique
Uh, get it? Right click, copy,
Life hit a phase, ice wrist, Versace shade
White whip, a blade, grill like a hockey mask
Chop it like a hockey stick, niggas pop it to pocket
Talkin' bout you gas, runnin' wit' those sloppy cats
Same suckas probably be watchin' you get your tapped
Fuck all cocky shit, where I'm from they cocking straps
Think you wavy you get hit with 8 in your stocking cap
But, I choose to
Made my old ex mad, gave my new ex
Went from no X to one X to two X,
I been nice since my tee was 2XL
that's XX, like two exes ago
But it's all love 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 I'm talkin' bout my exes, come on, man
Tell XXL they've got one chance
But, man I lay low
If I ain't on ya list, then bitch 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