Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Flush Freestyle

[Intro - Royce
Yeah, Bar 2 nigga. It's a motherfuckin' holiday bitches

1 - Canibus]
Bar 2
I you to lava below
stance nigga flow
How How far can you go?
as far as the mind
Canibus and 5'9"
Bar Exam 2, spit a
A miniature version of me, told me he to MC
I him, "Be careful who you be."
He said, "I'ma be me."
I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't understand what I mean."
Look at the manifest
It got my name
A bald head for the crown
How you like me
I terrorize rap
What manner of could do this?
Canibus
Retarded, autistic
You click, target
Staff Sargent Canibus
I not let off the gas
Traverse it San Stone's past
The Ripper spills from a flask

[Verse 2 -
I toke green, out smoke screens
Poke queens, leave them soaked jeans
You're the definition of what "joke"
I'm status
glowin' lights throughout the far stratos-
-Phere, it's who repertoire that is
Pursue whites and fuck a price
My cheese mice
I'm too nice, cut through slice, I'm you twice
The lead
Been makin' moves like Racer
Indeed tracin' that fucks with your mind like a weed lacer
Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so I diagnose
I could fry and roast any guy till they ghost
Pee on peons eons
Till there's neon
encounter of the three kinds
You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will spray
And put you in a hole Robert Peter to pay Paul
I could give a
Got a to leave a river stuck
You hear deep it ??

3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Osama McCain, you in this ring
Rhyming with Obama the
End up on the of the things
Living inside of ominous
in a dream
I spit the only kind of sickness vomiting brings
That means I'm ill
And plus I'm bitch
I should've played Hancock instead of Will
Cos I'm drunk and
I'm the super minus all the chump attire
And I bleed
your idol his times up
And he's
Every rhyme lined up steve harvey's do
From the to the brick man
Niggas couldn't follow in my steps 'less I in some quick sand
So come and see a nigga burn a
And give me a hand I give you the fist like a germaphobe
And you too scary to scuffle
If you ain't hit a nigga you buried your knuckles
I got a hundred round
I shoot the first thirty to kill everybody that trash your up
blast the butcher
Empty the clip just to make that 70 show like kutcher
Nigga you at war with sharks the team
Will leave you like jordan sparks or a motherless queen
We put it on y'all, tape a phone call
Sell it to the net for a phone
use it to phone y'all mommas
I throw you niggas a and then I bury the drama in a bone yard
The flow's in
I got more on me than all of hugh heffner's hoes combined
My niggas got GT's and shit, yeah I know mini
you niggas rolling around in the mini coopers
I'm the for real, y'all niggas mini poopers
Drunk, wildin, vodka and henny bloopers
Who give a nigga the snoop foot
Stretch him out on the floor like the Manut
You shook, nigga I'm the crew cook
I put a price on the whip and I'm like the book
With an appetite for destruction with the stigma
Explains my past and adds to my
If digital or analog
Bar Exam 2 is the present, the distributor is Santa