Luyện nghe bài hát Rockabye Baby (Freestyle)

They tryna to fire up like North Korean
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 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 Charlie won that golden ticket
Rubbing over scars, it ain't hard to overthink it
But I love this
I'm cutting the zombies
I love this so much I live inside it like Jumanji
Now is that an reference, or has it now been modernized?
Reboots and remakes subdue of the common minds
distraction 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 they working half the days
Said that they monsters, colossal like a hand grenade
But as hard 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 we are fucked but no one reads the heading
the plot and prognosis besides cirrosis
Super cal Wrek be a la dope shit
Bigging up these wannabe up above me
Who been standing on my to sell it out Coyote Ugly
I've been on the run I was a hushpuppy
Gaining things from grind nah I never was
Building up the wreking to stand against the fluffies
And try to keep my day from turning into bucky's
What you think this is, a of leisure and some fuckin' game?
That draws us just inside the lines that us up and sane
I've seen some people in the streets and stuck in pain
And know to think if they might be the ones to blame
This world has turned my heart colder the Himalayas
But I feel like I to mobilize like demonstrators
And if I move now I think they'll dim the faders
And turn it down so no one can attempt to save us
I will not be the in some motherfuckers favor
And turn a blind eye they come out and buck my neighbor
This movement is independent, but the stakes are kind of
And it requires work, but we never did mind the
Got fam who laced up so I guess 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 just pay the homage or, for Reaganomics
I carry blades and onyx and work for pay sonnets
data it mnemonic and ultra laced in chronic
So we burnin' to the degree
Cause if it ain't brute force then it force to me
I'm feelin' this from to toe, my soul, and in my knees
This music industry is fuckin' me like and bees
But I still love her though, I do whatever that she
And tell my friends I must have so just excuse me please
This is life or death, mics are checked through the leads
And galleries hate on you cause you let the repeat
But I will never excuses for my service, or apologize for the art like Com's Electric Circus
I will be the truth from my roots to the
And keep it in the makin' motherfuckers nervous

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