Luyện nghe bài hát Royal Flush Freestyle

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

[Verse 1 -
Bar 2
I landslide you to lava
stance nigga flow
How How far can you go?
as far as the mind
Canibus and 5'9"
Bar Exam 2, a rhyme
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."
at the manifest list
It got my name
A bald for the cool crown
How you me now?
I rap music
What of creature could do this?
stupid
Retarded, artists
You click, perfects
Staff Sargent Canibus
I not let off the gas
it through San Stone's past
The Ripper spills from a flask

2 - Elzhi]
I toke green, blowin' out smoke
queens, leave them with soaked jeans
You're the of what "joke" mean
I'm star
glowin' lights throughout the far stratos-
-Phere, it's who repertoire that is
Pursue and fuck a shoe price
My outgrew mice
I'm too nice, cut slice, I'm seein' you twice
The pacer
makin' moves like Speed Racer
Indeed tracin' line that fucks with your mind like a weed
Try and boast, ain't lyin' close, so I diagnose
I fry and roast any guy till they applyin' ghost
Pee on peons beyond
Till there's Klingons
Close of the three kinds
You may fall, I'm AWOL, my heaters will y'all
And put you in a hole Robert Peter to pay Paul
I give a fuck
Got a flow to leave a stuck
You hear it lines ??

[Verse 3 - Da 5'9"]
Osama McCain, you in this ring
Rhyming Obama the king
End up on the bottom of the
inside of ominous springs
I'mm in a
I spit the only kind of sickness that brings
That means I'm ill
And I'm real bitch
I should've played Hancock instead of Will
Cos I'm drunk and
I'm the super hero minus all the chump
And I bleed
your idol his times up
And barbe-cue
Every rhyme lined up like steve do
From the to the brick man
Niggas couldn't follow in my steps 'less I died in some sand
So come and see a nigga burn a
And give me a hand before I give you the fist a germaphobe
And you probably too to scuffle
If you ain't hit a before you buried your knuckles
I got a hundred drum
I shoot the first thirty to kill that trash your hook up
Category the butcher
the clip just to make that 70 show like ashton kutcher
Nigga you at war with sharks the government
Will leave you airless/heirless like sparks or a motherless queen
We put it on y'all, a niggas phone call
it to the net for a phone card
Then use it to y'all 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 hugh hoes combined
My got GT's and shit, yeah I know mini coopers
While you niggas around in the mini coopers
I'm the shit for real, y'all mini poopers
Drunk, wildin, vodka and henny bloopers
Who could give a nigga the foot
Stretch him out on the floor like the Manut
You shook, nigga I'm like the cook
I put a price on the whip and I'm like the book
With an appetite for destruction with the stigma
my past and adds to my enigma
If digital or analog
Bar Exam 2 is the present, the is Santa Claus