Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Freestyle

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

Magic
by a Hater,
tragic.
Billy Shakespeare was in his grave backspins.

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

The credits
Below seemed lavish,
ass rappers
With a no class chain and a fitted turned backwards
on black anti semite rap wazyap
I'm out that nolia So niggas'll surely if I ask em
a nigga out his clothes from Freret to Jackson
Nobody'll ever wonder or about what happened

Son
Who Better us?

They ain't even out they own style yet man
And every I ever spit out my face was spotless
Any I ever said strip to got topless
Any click whoever said
got rocked
So sugar Mosley yo ass up out the cockpit
We natural born fly
up yo Garcia 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 erupt

I hope one is feelin me
of yall gotta wait til the final act of the trilogy to get it
Oh I get it
Niggas wanna spit it
But I never take
Without establishing

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

Powerful
I from the lips of my uncle Charles comin outta the VA like Clipse

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

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

You
believing in the news
The Blackman conveniently rude

yours
The Global