Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix Freestyle

[Verse 1: Vic
The first one was a fluke, can get beginner's luck
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop bars some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a semi
In them same cannabis print boxers, boy shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he ain't digital, he the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids been had made that up
We Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight enough
Multiply my numericals
My straight even in the slumps
They trying to me to the jump
Be like I'm without a parachute
You might drop first, but hit harder than ten of you
Eight out of nine of my dimes, got smoking
I'm betting 35 I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee
court date pending, they trying to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, handle my plea
You petty boys, don't address me or catch a
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall autumn
And if it's off-season like and February
Word on the land is that I'm getting air play
I hit the ground running in '93, I probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger lines to keep the work on the
Like I'm staff, plus I be free
Fresh jail, fire up the tree, in my bomber seat
Shout-out to the porky round police, keep my clean
Smoke strong like creatine, juice to clear the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing
Cut my negatives like a filmmaker screen, split screen
Refrain from shit that
Ducking detectives trying to the quota
See that 44 clap the nolia in the streets
Niggas chances be slim gotta stay a
Boy, it's one hell of year, ain't it?
I left the band, a man, my brother Purp just had a daughter
Some of my fam damn near famous
I'm still in the hood, whip, same crib
homies where I used to serve OGs through the fence
Masking the blade, you hope d'Artagnan come to your defense
Fence in the field, hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the and changing the topic
Talk mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse the black moon I'm in--

2: A$AP Rocky]
Kufi's ain't
I had two chicks with two G's, gave 'em
And you know they gave me some loose-leaf, paper
I said I'd do your favors to you
Darth shader, see you like the razor
I don't give a fuck about clans or the
Niggas me and I came with the braids up
I don't a ---
Is that a curse, I can
(No, no, what's wrong that? Keep going)
I freestyle in person
I you penis, I mean phoenix
You already know my the meanest
You could say penis on TV it ain't a curse
It's worse, leave them in a
Niggas skirts, talking about us do dirt
You want Nerf
They don't want it because they shooting but bullets made of Nerf
And you know I come through [?] and surfing
--- ---
Let me hear something, Bun, what you gotta

3: Bun B]
It's all good, I'm UGK
We dudes that mama told you about
I'm like Red from Five Heartbeats, open the and hold you out
And is freestyle, it didn't come written
So it's all good, we real emcees that's
On the we got DJ Red Alert
He keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make head hurt
I the world shake, I make the ground quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's break
flow, boys already know
Bun B repping UGK for out the do'
This is PAT freestyle
Already said and written, no bullshitting, I'm here
And I'm killing it, keeping it
Boys already know they'll never touch me for
So do thing, but don't try to do me
That's it, just do me

4: Glam]
The was mucus, I spit it up
Trying to be infamous, you rappers is jicama
Many come try and get them synonyms, what I'm spitting
The open if you asking, I dided them
So everybody crowd around, everybody be the shit but homie I'm the bowel
See my be pure like Al B. Sure's brows mane
Just to get a couple O's in the account mane
For now I count
And eight times out of nine rappers be 'bout
Or the
Or other dudes' and how big his -- is
I'm flyer than a pilot let me you how to pitch this
Never sex it up and it down
flow, I'm Usain Bolt I run this now what?

[Verse 5: Vic
What time is it? What time clock looking
Rappers smoke crack, they need to go and a pipe
First the Fat Boys break up then Sway cut his off
Then Vic Mensa came and cut they off
You hard, but your bread
You talking crazy, that's why the [?] get you off
Your legs off, chop like a Mexican
The cartel come through time that I'm flexing it
You they disrespecting him
I'm riding through and the glass is reflecting them
I see phony, they trying to play me like we homies
They wrap me up that's why I come back with the homies
And stomp out
Come back home when I used to go from to ragging bone
On my feet, you feeling?
How you know? Me and Rocky in this bitch
Still

[Verse 6: Rocky]
And I'm with the nigga Bun
We can't curse? (Do you gotta do, man)
And I'm with my Bun
Top gun, you know we one
But up, let me get to the flashin' fashion
You already know it's some casual
I got the new
And I don't give a fuck, got floors
And like three broads and like cars
And all hoopties
And she got fake bags and all Gucci's
And I like the strip clubs cause all hoochies
You know I give dollars, they love loosies
know the Prada, Prada
Gotta holla, holla at a dollar, at your guala
Holla tomata, hottie
And you hot Tamale's
You see me in the allies popping Molly's
I 'bout it though
And you know I got the boutta boutta flow
I come around like where's
Tell her I the motherfucking model
[?] shoes with the [?]
And my stank, I need a Alto
You already come