Luyện nghe bài hát Rockabye Baby (Freestyle)

They tryna to fire up like North Korean
the bone gristle
But they poems hit you in this world of cloned tissue
Wrek is high grade, bap
from the underground
That boy got them lyrics please make that you do shut him down
They do not of my bars they do humble g's
Everybody honeyed up, I'm allergic to mumble
But i keep it the illusion is so jumbled these
Idiots got me underrated
I've been barred up since back Charlie won that golden ticket
Rubbing charm scars, it ain't hard to overthink it
But I this life
I'm cutting the zombies
I love game so much I live inside it like Jumanji
Now is that an older reference, or has it now been
Reboots and subdue most of the common minds
Underneath distraction we can find a world to
These and these devices shorten modern lives (huh)
I grind like I had an accolade
They say that they grind, but check the time they half the days
Said that were monsters, colossal like a hand grenade
But they as hard as an alcoholic Anne
This planet's armageddon, but thank the Donald
We are in a of forgetting
Forget the pain and you can just the day it set in
The screams we are fucked but no one reads the heading
the plot and prognosis besides cirrosis
Super cal Fragile Wrek be a la shit
Bigging up these wannabe emcees up me
Who been standing on my bars to sell it out Coyote
been on the run since I was a hushpuppy
Gaining from grind nah I never was lucky
Building up the 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 fuckin' game?
That draws us just inside the lines that keep us up and
I've seen some people living in the streets and stuck in
And don't know to think if 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 now I think they'll dim the faders
And turn it down so no one can even attempt to us
I will not be the sucker in some favor
And a blind eye while they come out and buck my neighbor
movement is independent, but the stakes are kind of major
And it work, but we never 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 if that's your flavor
My cake and tonic, they favor hate and vomit
They could pay the homage or, save for Reaganomics
I carry blades and onyx and for pay from sonnets
This data it mnemonic and ultra in chronic
So we to the fourth degree
Cause if it brute force then it ain't force to me
I'm feelin' this head to toe, my soul, and in my knees
This music industry is fuckin' me birds and bees
But I still love her though, I do whatever that she
And tell my friends I must have fell so excuse me please
This is life or death, mics are checked through the leads
And hate on you cause you let the groove repeat
But I will never make excuses for my service, or apologize for the art Com's Electric Circus
I will be the from my roots to the surface
And keep it in the dungeon motherfuckers nervous

Pardon me committing
And cutting ties with any virus to your servers
I just how to be me
And never can I
In nine I do invite you all Into the Further