Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Freestyle

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

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

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

The credits
Below seemed lavish,
Garbage ass
With a goudy no chain and a fitted turned backwards
Black on black semite rap wazyap
I'm out that nolia So surely 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 ain't even 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 said shit
They got
So Shane Mosley yo ass up out the cockpit
We natural born fly
Twist up yo Garcia and toast to the wise guys
We it to the high rise
Georgy and and Lionel and Jenny Kravitz
Jigga and J.
Jay

Uprisings in
The black free up
The erupt

I hope one y'all is me
Some of yall gotta til the final act of the trilogy to get it
Oh I get it
wanna hear spit it
But I never shots
establishing pivots

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

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

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

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

You
believing in the news
The Blackman conveniently rude

yours
The Global