Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Freestyle

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

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

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

The credits
Below average lavish,
ass rappers
With a goudy no class and a fitted turned backwards
Black on black anti 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 wonder or about what happened

Son
Who than us?

They ain't even figure out they own yet man
And every rhyme I ever spit out my face was
Any bitch I ever said strip to got
Any whoever said shit
got rocked
So sugar 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 high
Georgy and Weezy and and Jenny Kravitz
Jigga and J.
Jay

Uprisings in
The Gods free up
The erupt

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 never shots
Without pivots

bitsy 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 comin outta the VA like Clipse

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

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

You
Quit believing in the
The Asiatic Blackman conveniently

Sincerely
The Global