Luyện nghe bài hát Rockabye Baby (Freestyle)

They tryna to fire up North Korean missiles
Through the gristle
But none they poems hit you in world of cloned tissue
is high grade, boom bap
Taken from the
boy got them lyrics please make sure that you do shut him down
They do not approve of my bars do humble g's
Everybody honeyed up, I'm allergic to bees
But i it moving the illusion is so jumbled these
Idiots got me underrated
been barred up since back when 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 this game so much I live it like Jumanji
Now is that an older reference, or has it now modernized?
Reboots and remakes subdue most of the minds
distraction we can find a world to colonize
These and these devices shorten modern lives (huh)
I grind like I ain't had an
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 hard as an alcoholic Hathaway
This baking armageddon, but thank the Donald
We are in a of forgetting
Forget the pain and you can forget 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 be a la dope shit
Bigging up wannabe emcees up above me
Who been standing on my bars to sell it out Ugly
been on the run since I was a hushpuppy
Gaining things from grind nah I never was
Building up the wreking crew to stand the fluffies
And try to keep my day from turning into bucky's
What you think is, a life of leisure and some fuckin' 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 think if they be the ones to blame
This has turned my heart colder then the Himalayas
But I feel like I need to mobilize demonstrators
And if I don't move now I think they'll dim the
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 are kind of major
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 need me hit the
I got no time in my mind to become your
But warriors come out at and play if that's your flavor
My flavors cake and tonic, they favor hate and
They could just pay the homage or, for Reaganomics
I carry blades and and work for pay from sonnets
This data it mnemonic and laced in chronic
So we burnin' to the fourth
if it ain't brute force then it ain't force to me
I'm feelin' this head to toe, my soul, and in my knees
This industry is fuckin' me like birds and bees
But I still love her though, I do whatever she needs
And tell my friends I must fell so just excuse me please
This is life or death, mics are checked through the leads
And galleries hate on you you let the groove 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 to the surface
And keep it in the makin' motherfuckers nervous

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