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 grave backspins.

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

The credits
Below average lavish,
ass rappers
With a goudy no class chain and a fitted turned
on black anti semite rap wazyap
I'm out that So niggas'll surely clap if I ask em
Whip a nigga out his clothes Freret to Jackson
ever wonder or talk about what happened

Son
Who Better us?

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

Uprisings in
The black Gods up
The Land

I one y'all is feelin me
Some of yall gotta til the final act of the trilogy to get it
Oh I get it
Niggas wanna spit it
But I take shots
Without establishing

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

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

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

me
Man these wack kill me
The wordplay was sweet but the don't thrill me

You
Quit believing in the
The Asiatic conveniently rude

yours
The Most