Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Freestyle

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

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

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

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

Son
Who than us?

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

Uprisings in
The black free up
The Land

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

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

Powerful
I learned from the lips of my uncle Charles 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 niggas kill me
The was sweet but the rhymes don't thrill me

You
Quit believing in the
The Blackman conveniently rude

yours
The Global