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 story all on

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

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

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

Son
Who than us?

They ain't even figure out own style yet man
And every rhyme I ever spit out my face was
Any bitch I ever said to got topless
Any click said shit
They got
So sugar Shane Mosley yo ass up out the
We born fly guys
Twist up yo Garcia vegas and to the wise guys
We it to the high rise
Georgy and Weezy and Lionel and Jenny
Jigga and J.
Jay

Uprisings in
The black free 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 never take
Without pivots

Itsy spider 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 to dig thru
But yo shit too shallow for me to dig you

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

You
believing in the news
The Asiatic Blackman conveniently

Sincerely
The Most