Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Freestyle

I out the sky like baby Superman to a farm on kansas
Now the world wanna see my story all on

That's
by a Hater,
tragic.
Billy Shakespeare was in his doin backspins.

The attractive power of every verse was so intense the required napkins.

The credits
average seemed lavish,
Garbage ass
With a no class chain and a fitted turned backwards
Black on black anti semite rap
I'm out that nolia So niggas'll clap if I ask em
Whip a nigga out his clothes from Freret to
Nobody'll ever wonder or talk about happened

Son
Who Better us?

They ain't even figure out own style yet man
And rhyme I ever spit out my face was spotless
Any I ever said strip to got topless
Any whoever said shit
got rocked
So sugar Shane yo ass up out the cockpit
We born fly guys
Twist up yo Garcia vegas and toast to the guys
We made it to the rise
Georgy and Weezy and Lionel and Jenny
and J. Cole
Jay

Uprisings in
The Gods free up
The erupt

I hope one y'all is me
Some of yall wait til the final act of the trilogy to get it
Oh I get it
Niggas wanna hear it
But I take shots
Without pivots

Itsy bitsy spider up the water sprout
Moses with his ra hit the staff and got the out

parables
I learned from the of my uncle Charles comin outta the VA like Clipse

Now there's a whole to dig thru
But yo shit too shallow for me to dig you

me
Man wack niggas kill me
The wordplay was sweet but the rhymes thrill me

You
believing in the news
The Asiatic Blackman rude

Sincerely
The Most