Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Freestyle

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

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

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

The credits
Below seemed lavish,
Garbage ass
With a goudy no class chain and a fitted backwards
Black on black anti rap wazyap
I'm out nolia So niggas'll surely clap if I ask em
Whip a nigga out his clothes from Freret to
ever wonder or talk about what happened

Son
Who Better us?

They even figure out they own style yet man
And every I ever spit out my face was spotless
Any bitch I said strip to got topless
Any click whoever said
got rocked
So sugar Shane Mosley yo ass up out the
We natural fly guys
Twist up yo Garcia vegas and toast to the guys
We it to the high rise
Georgy and and Lionel and Jenny Kravitz
and J. Cole
Jay

Uprisings in
The black Gods up
The Land

I hope one is feelin me
Some of yall gotta wait til the act of the trilogy to get it
Oh I get it
Niggas wanna spit it
But I take shots
establishing pivots

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

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

Now a whole wealth to dig thru
But yo shit too shallow for me to dig you

me
Man these niggas kill me
The was sweet but the rhymes don't thrill me

You
Quit in the news
The Asiatic Blackman conveniently

Sincerely
The Most