Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix Freestyle

[Verse 1: Vic
The first one was a fluke, anyone can get beginner's
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop about some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a semi
In same cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I of Vic, he sound like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he digital, he ain't the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids been had that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight
Multiply my uncomparable
My tarots even in the slumps
They trying to beat me to the
Be like I'm skydiving without a
You might drop first, but I'mma hit harder ten of you
Eight out of nine of my dimes, got smoking
I'm 35 like I'm from Oklahoma, Tennessee
Tentative date pending, they trying to sentence me
'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my plea
You petty boys, don't me or catch a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like
And if it's off-season Halloween and February
Word on the is that I'm getting air play everywhere
I hit the running in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27
Heath Ledger lines to keep the work on the
Like I'm staff, I be flying free
Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree, in my seat
Shout-out to the porky round police, my pits clean
Smoke like creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing
Cut my negatives a filmmaker switch screen, split screen
from shit that repeat
Ducking detectives trying to the quota
See that 44 clap like the nolia in the
Niggas chances be slim gotta a soldier
Boy, it's been one hell of year, it?
I left the band, became a man, my brother just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn near
I'm still in the hood, same whip, crib
Same homies where I used to serve OGs the fence
Masking the blade, you better hope come to your defense
in the field, I'mma hop it
Cops come I'm hurling the sack and the topic
that mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the moon I'm in--

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

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

[Verse 4:
The chew was mucus, I it up
Trying to be infamous, you rappers is jicama
come try and get them some synonyms, what I'm spitting
The open casket if you asking, I dided
So crowd around, everybody be the shit but homie I'm the foulest bowel
See my vowels be pure Al B. Sure's brows mane
trying to get a couple O's in the account mane
For now I change
And eight times out of rappers be 'bout rain
Or the
Or other dudes' and how big his -- is
I'm than a pilot let me show you how to pitch this
Never sex it up and dumb it
Insane flow, I'm Usain Bolt I run now what?

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

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