Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix Freestyle

[Verse 1: Vic
The first one was a fluke, anyone can get luck
Rookie think he too hot cause he drop bars about some Potter books
And said some stuff about a truck
In them same print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I heard of Vic, he sound like so and so and and such
He original, he ain't digital, he ain't the INNANET
Them Odd Future kids had made that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight
Multiply my numericals
My tarots even in the slumps
trying to beat me to the jump
Be like I'm skydiving a parachute
You drop first, but I'mma hit harder than ten of you
out of nine of my dimes, got smoking Tennessee's
I'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma,
Tentative court date pending, they trying to me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my
You petty boys, address me or catch a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies fall like
And if it's off-season Halloween and February
Word on the land is that I'm getting air play
I hit the ground running in '93, I should probably die I'm 27
Heath Ledger lines to keep the on the plane
Like I'm staff, I be flying free
outta jail, fire up the tree, in my bomber seat
Shout-out to the porky police, keep my pits clean
Smoke strong like creatine, cranapple juice to the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing
Cut my like a filmmaker switch screen, split screen
from shit that repeat
Ducking detectives trying to make the
See that 44 clap like the nolia in the
Niggas chances be slim stay a soldier
Boy, it's been one hell of year, it?
I left the band, a man, my brother Purp just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn near
I'm still in the hood, same whip, same
Same homies where I used to serve OGs the fence
Masking the blade, you better hope d'Artagnan to your defense
Fence in the field, hop it
Cops come I'm the sack and changing the topic
Talk mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, lunar eclipse split the black 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 favors to you later
Vader shader, see you like the razor
I don't give a fuck about clans or the
know me and I came with the braids up
I give a ---
Is that a curse, I can
(No, no, what's with that? Keep going)
I freestyle in person
I gave you penis, I phoenix
You already know my the meanest
You could say penis on TV because it a curse
It's worse, them in a hearse
Niggas wearing skirts, talking us do dirt
You want Nerf
They don't want it because they shooting but bullets made of Nerf
And you know I through 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 Five Heartbeats, open the window and hold you out
And is freestyle, it didn't come written
So it's all good, we real that's spittin'
On the we got DJ Red Alert
He keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make head hurt
I make the world shake, I make the quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking, it's ground
Type flow, boys already
Bun B UGK for life out the do'
This is PAT freestyle
Already said and written, no bullshitting, I'm here
And I'm killing it, it trill
Boys already know they'll never me for real
So do thing, but don't try to do me
That's it, don't do me

4: Glam]
The chew was mucus, I it up
Trying to be infamous, while you is jicama
Many try and get them some synonyms, what I'm spitting
The open casket if you asking, I dided
So everybody around, everybody be the shit but homie I'm the foulest bowel
See my vowels be pure like Al B. brows mane
trying to get a couple O's in the account mane
For now I change
And eight times out of nine rappers be 'bout
Or the
Or dudes' chicks and how big his -- is
I'm flyer than a pilot let me show you how to 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, they to go and cook a pipe
First the Fat Boys up then Sway cut his dreads off
Then Vic Mensa and cut they heads off
You hard, but your bread
You crazy, that's why the [?] get you layed off
Your legs off, chop them a Mexican
The cartel come through every time that I'm it
You they disrespecting him
When I'm through and the glass is reflecting them
I see them phony, they trying to me like we homies
They wrap me up why I come back around with the homies
And them out
Come back home when I used to go from rags to bone
On my feet, what you
How you know? Me and in this bitch killing
Still

[Verse 6: A$AP
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 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 three broads and like cars
And they all
And she got fake bags and all Gucci's
And I like the strip clubs cause they all
You know I give them dollars, they love
Everybody the Prada, Prada
Gotta holla, holla at a dollar, at your guala
tomata, hottie tomaties
And you know hot
You see me in the allies fucking Molly's
I 'bout it though
And you know I got the boutta boutta flow
I around like where's Waldo?
her I need the motherfucking model
[?] love with the [?]
And my stank, I need a Alto
You already through--