Luyện nghe bài hát Rockabye Baby (Freestyle)

They to fire up like North Korean missiles
Through the bone
But none they hit you in this world of cloned tissue
Wrek is grade, boom bap
Taken the underground
That boy got lyrics 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 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 the zombies
I love this game so I live inside it like Jumanji
Now is that an reference, or has it now been modernized?
Reboots and remakes subdue most of the common
Underneath we can find a world to colonize
These vices and these shorten modern lives (huh)
I grind like I ain't had an
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 as an alcoholic Anne Hathaway
This planet's armageddon, but thank the Donald
We are in a of forgetting
the pain and you can just forget the day it set in
The paper we are fucked but no one reads the heading
Whats the and prognosis besides cirrosis
Super cal Wrek be a la dope shit
Bigging up these wannabe emcees up me
Who been standing on my to sell it out Coyote Ugly
I've been on the run 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 turning into
What you think this is, a life of leisure and some 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 if they might be the ones to blame
This world has turned my heart colder the Himalayas
But I feel like I need to mobilize demonstrators
And if I don't move now I they'll dim the faders
And turn it 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 are kind of major
And it requires work, but we never did 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 come out at night and play if that's your flavor
My flavors and tonic, they favor hate and vomit
They could pay the homage or, save for Reaganomics
I carry and onyx and work for pay from sonnets
This data it and ultra laced in chronic
So we burnin' to the fourth
Cause if it ain't brute force it ain't 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 excuse me please
This thing is life or death, mics are checked the leads
And galleries 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 from my roots to the surface
And keep it in the dungeon motherfuckers nervous

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