Luyện nghe bài hát Rockabye Baby (Freestyle)

They tryna to fire up like North missiles
Through the bone
But they poems hit you in this world of cloned tissue
is high grade, boom bap
Taken from the
That boy got them lyrics please make sure you do shut him down
They do not of my bars they do humble g's
honeyed up, I'm allergic to mumble bees
But i keep it moving the is so jumbled these
have got me underrated
I've been barred up since back when Charlie won that golden
Rubbing charm over scars, it hard to overthink it
But I love life
I'm cutting through the
I love this game so much I inside it like Jumanji
Now is that an older reference, or has it now been
Reboots and remakes most of the common minds
Underneath we can find a world to colonize
These vices and these devices shorten lives (huh)
I grind like I had an accolade
They say that they grind, but check the time they half the days
Said that they were monsters, colossal like a hand
But they as hard as an alcoholic Hathaway
This baking armageddon, but thank the Donald
We are in a of forgetting
the pain and you can just forget the day it set in
The screams we are fucked but no one reads the heading
Whats the plot and besides cirrosis
Super cal Wrek be a la dope shit
Bigging up these wannabe emcees up me
Who standing on my bars to sell it out Coyote Ugly
I've been on the run since I was a
things from grind nah I never was lucky
Building up the wreking crew to stand against the
And try to keep my day ones from turning into
What you think this is, a life of and some fuckin' game?
draws us just inside 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 if they might be the ones to blame
This has turned my heart colder then the Himalayas
But I feel like I need to like demonstrators
And if I don't move now I they'll dim the faders
And it down so no one can even attempt to save us
I will not be the in some motherfuckers favor
And turn a blind eye while come out and buck my neighbor
This movement is independent, but the stakes are kind of
And it requires work, but we never did the labor
Got fam who laced up so I this one is a rager
I'm 'bout to retrogress so if you me hit the pager
I got no in my mind to become your savior
But warriors come out at night and play if your flavor
My flavors cake and tonic, they favor hate and
could just pay the homage or, save for Reaganomics
I carry blades and onyx and work for pay sonnets
data it mnemonic and ultra laced 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 love her though, I do that she needs
And tell my friends I must have fell so just excuse me
This thing is life or death, mics are checked through the
And hate on you cause you let the groove repeat
But I will never make excuses for my service, or apologize for the art like Electric 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 servers
I just how to be me
And never can I
In nine days I do invite you all Into the