Luyện nghe bài hát Rockabye Baby (Freestyle)

They to fire up like North Korean missiles
Through the gristle
But none they poems hit you in world of cloned tissue
Wrek is high grade, bap
Taken from the
That boy got them please make sure that you do shut him down
do not approve of my bars they do humble g's
Everybody honeyed up, I'm allergic to bees
But i keep it moving the illusion is so these
Idiots have got me
I've been barred up since back when won that golden ticket
Rubbing over scars, it ain't hard to overthink it
But I this life
I'm cutting the zombies
I this game so much I live inside it like Jumanji
Now is that an older reference, or has it now been
Reboots and remakes most of the common minds
Underneath distraction we can a world to colonize
These vices and these devices shorten lives (huh)
I grind like I ain't had an
They say that they grind, but the time they working half the days
Said that they were monsters, colossal like a grenade
But as hard as an alcoholic Anne Hathaway
This baking armageddon, but thank the Donald
We are in a of forgetting
Forget the pain and you can just the day it set in
The paper screams we are but no one reads the heading
Whats the plot and prognosis cirrosis
Super cal Fragile Wrek be a la shit
Bigging up wannabe emcees up above me
Who standing on my bars to sell it out Coyote Ugly
I've been on the run since I was a
Gaining from grind nah I never was lucky
Building up the crew to stand against the fluffies
And try to keep my day ones turning into bucky's
What you think this is, a life of leisure and fuckin' game?
That draws us inside the lines that keep us up and sane
I've seen some people living in the streets and in pain
And don't know to think if might be the ones to blame
This world has my heart colder then the Himalayas
But I feel like I need to mobilize like
And if I don't move now I think they'll dim the
And turn it down so no one can even to save us
I will not be the in some motherfuckers favor
And turn a blind eye while they come out and my neighbor
This movement is independent, but the stakes are kind of
And it requires work, but we did mind the labor
Got fam who up so I guess this one is a rager
I'm 'bout to retrogress so if you me hit the pager
I got no time in my mind to become savior
But warriors come out at night and play if your flavor
My cake and tonic, they favor hate and vomit
They could just pay the homage or, save for
I carry blades and onyx and for pay from sonnets
data it mnemonic and ultra laced in chronic
So we to the fourth degree
Cause if it ain't force then it ain't force to me
I'm feelin' this head to toe, my soul, and in my knees
This industry is fuckin' me like birds and bees
But I still love her though, I do whatever she needs
And my friends I must have fell so just excuse me please
thing is life or death, mics are checked through the leads
And galleries hate on you cause you let the groove
But I will never make excuses for my service, or apologize for the art like Com's Circus
I will be the truth from my to the surface
And keep it in the dungeon makin' nervous

Pardon me murder
And cutting ties with any virus linking to your
I just how to be me
And can I perjure
In nine I do invite you all Into the Further