Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Freestyle

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

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

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

The credits
Below average lavish,
ass rappers
With a goudy no chain and a fitted turned backwards
Black on black semite rap wazyap
I'm out that So niggas'll surely clap if I ask em
Whip a out his clothes from Freret to Jackson
Nobody'll ever wonder or talk about happened

Son
Who than us?

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

Uprisings in
The black Gods up
The Land

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

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

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

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

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

You
Quit believing in the
The Asiatic Blackman rude

Sincerely
The Global