Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Flush Freestyle

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

[Verse 1 -
Bar 2
I you to lava below
Gotta nigga flow
How How far can you go?
Only as far as the
Canibus and 5'9"
Bar Exam 2, a rhyme
A miniature of me, told me he wanted to MC
I told him, "Be who you be."
He said, "I'ma be me."
I said, "Yeah, I see. But you don't what I really mean."
Look at the list
It got my down
A bald head for the cool
How you like me
I rap music
What manner of creature could do
stupid
Retarded, autistic
You click, perfects
Sargent Canibus talkin'
I not let off the gas
Traverse it through San past
The Ripper spills from a flask

[Verse 2 -
I toke green, out smoke screens
queens, leave them with soaked jeans
You're the definition of "joke" mean
I'm star
Like glowin' lights the far stratos-
-Phere, clear who repertoire that is
Pursue whites and fuck a shoe
My outgrew mice
I'm too nice, cut through slice, I'm you twice
The pacer
Been makin' like Speed Racer
Indeed tracin' line that with your mind like a weed lacer
Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so what I
I fry and roast any guy till they applyin' ghost
Pee on peons beyond
there's neon Klingons
Close encounter of the kinds
You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters spray y'all
And put you in a hole like Robert Peter to pay
I give a fuck
Got a to leave a river stuck
You hear deep it ??

3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Osama McCain, you climb in this
Rhyming Obama the king
End up on the of the things
Living inside of ominous
in a dream
I spit the only kind of sickness vomiting brings
That I'm ill sick
And plus I'm bitch
I should've played Hancock instead of Smith
Cos I'm drunk and
I'm the super hero all the chump attire
And I hardly
your idol his times up
And barbe-cue
Every rhyme lined up like harvey's do
the pies to the brick man
Niggas couldn't in my steps 'less I died in some quick sand
So come and see a nigga burn a
And give me a hand before I give you the fist like a
And you probably too to scuffle
If you ain't hit a nigga you buried your knuckles
I got a hundred round
I shoot the first to kill everybody that trash your hook up
Category blast the
Empty the just to make that 70 show like ashton kutcher
Nigga you at war sharks the government team
Will leave you airless/heirless like jordan or a motherless queen
We put it on y'all, tape a niggas call
Sell it to the net for a card
Then use it to phone mommas
I throw you a bone and then I bury the drama in a bone yard
The flow's in
I got more plastic on me than all of heffner's hoes combined
My got GT's and shit, yeah I know mini coopers
While you niggas rolling in the mini coopers
I'm the shit for real, y'all niggas poopers
Drunk, wildin, commitin vodka and henny
Who give a nigga the snoop foot
him out on the floor like the Manut look
You shook, I'm like the crew cook
I put a on the whip and I'm like the blue book
With an appetite for with the greed stigma
my past and adds to my enigma
If it's digital or
Bar Exam 2 is the present, the is Santa Claus