Luyện nghe bài hát Rockabye Baby (Freestyle)

They tryna to up like North Korean missiles
Through the bone
But none they poems hit you in world of cloned tissue
Wrek is grade, boom bap
Taken from the
That boy got them lyrics please make that you do shut him down
do not approve of my bars they do humble g's
Everybody honeyed up, I'm to mumble bees
But i keep it the illusion is so jumbled these
have got me underrated
I've been barred up back when Charlie won that golden ticket
Rubbing charm over scars, it ain't to overthink it
But I love this
I'm cutting through the
I love this game so much I live inside it Jumanji
Now is an older reference, or has it now been modernized?
Reboots and subdue most of the common minds
Underneath distraction we can find a to colonize
These vices and these devices modern lives (huh)
I grind I ain't had an accolade
They say they grind, but check the time they working half the days
that they were monsters, colossal like a hand grenade
But they as as an alcoholic Anne Hathaway
This planet's armageddon, but thank the Donald
We are in a nation of
the pain and you can just forget the day it set in
The paper screams we are but no one reads the heading
the plot and prognosis besides cirrosis
Super cal Wrek be a la dope shit
up these wannabe emcees up above me
Who been on my bars to sell it out Coyote Ugly
I've been on the run since I was a
Gaining things grind nah I never was lucky
up the wreking crew to stand against the fluffies
And try to keep my day ones from into bucky's
What you think this is, a life of leisure and some fuckin'
That draws us just the lines that keep us up and sane
I've seen some people living in the streets and stuck in
And don't know to think if they might be the 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 dim the faders
And it down so no one can even attempt to save us
I will not be the sucker in some motherfuckers
And turn a eye while they come out and buck 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 laced up so I this one is a rager
I'm 'bout to so if you need 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 flavors and tonic, they favor hate and vomit
They could just pay the homage or, for Reaganomics
I carry and onyx and work for pay from sonnets
This data it mnemonic and ultra in chronic
So we to the fourth degree
Cause if it ain't brute force then it force to me
I'm feelin' this head to toe, my soul, and in my knees
This music industry is me like birds and bees
But I still her though, I do whatever that she needs
And my friends I must have fell so just excuse me please
This thing is life or death, are checked through the leads
And galleries hate on you you let the groove repeat
But I will never make excuses for my service, or for the art like Com's Electric Circus
I will be the truth from my to the surface
And keep it in the dungeon motherfuckers nervous

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