Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Freestyle

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

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

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

The rolled:
Below seemed lavish,
Garbage ass
With a goudy no class and a fitted turned backwards
Black on anti semite rap wazyap
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 or talk about what happened

Son
Who Better us?

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

Uprisings in
The black free up
The Land

I one y'all is feelin me
Some of yall gotta wait til the act of the trilogy to get it
Oh I get it
Niggas hear spit it
But I never take
Without pivots

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

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

Now there's a wealth to dig thru
But yo shit too shallow for me to dig you

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

You
believing in the news
The Blackman conveniently rude

Sincerely
The Most