Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Schemin Freestyle

Uh I say one to live
So nigger Im a ball I fucking fall
Like gone hell a hall
Niggers act like they remember when I was selling raw
But since they run mouth like bitches they can tell them broads
How I through
Panama fling
Everybody down
And Im with the crew
my homies selling dope
They dont got the view
But we got the same
I used to that same old
I used to sell them
Tryna touch a hundred
Twenty four a ghost
I my life is hell a real
them babies out the hood
Put my momma up on hill
Got the weight up off my
Tell them that its to kill
all the sudden all these other mad
Cause 24 and buying shit they wished they had
Is it my
Or Is it my
Life I live and shit I
Hoes I hit and the I pop
When I did that bit they forget that
And its all so
Where men cry
And old men die
But I fouled
Did them my
of them hope he die
But Im live
MIA
we lie
We in viv
And we dib
We fly G5
I to have a million and a bad bitch
But now I got it I treat it just like my last
Got one
than a double sun
Real homies love me cause they feel just where Im from
Old been balling
I aint talking gun
Use to chase the paper now the money I be running
Ah every day I wake up I pray to god
That I get my cake up and I alive
Pac Man Pac Man
Run the ghost is out
has bought a new crib
Shit it looked like Oprahs
I just bought a new
My shit looks like his older
Last of a dyeing bread its nothing I told about
Yall get exported them bricks get imported

The be informing
Got a crib in California
About to do
Got a sting I my debt
I told do it for ah

I for my niggers dog
I for my niggers uh
And I slide for my dog uh

I say money in the building spending
Thirty rights Im a shit my pockets sound it
Louis Vuitton different colors Ill be in them
a bad chick with me
I own her she a rental
I
em out
Take em
She I extend you with a lot I make I stack
Looking at the dill around and take this back
I get so comfy in that bitch I fuck her and I a nap Zs
She at me that paper Im like bitch please
Shout out to the jeweler my wrist freeze
This shit on my hip
youre Swiss cheese
Hit you with the clip
You get on bullshit
Im a blow this paper like its
If getting money was a sin I Im going to hell
If stacking on them was a I guess Im going to jail
And they gonna have to me life cause Ill be doing it well
Im money on the regular
We dont smoking cause nigger we aint regular
Got pretty on my cellular
All I get is straight cash and Im like a
Im balling theres no tomorrow
on my order ma
Thirty foot this piece
I I got every sneak
I dont hit so dimes
sweet
Back and forth to
MIA like week
remember my maps
Cause I got so many but now Im
I came from to the trap
And Im right back in streets
Running round with map
And I aint about my laptop
bout the back block
Running in a wet
Hammers in the box
Huh? What you about that?
Im bars off the top and they aint flowing like that
They aint like this
Old school
Flowing like kiss voice in the vib
With a bottle
Ace of spade doing my
Hot 97 they that Im going angry
My neck, my be all bling
A lot of catch cases
They like me
They are
its time to see their selves
I had no bell
But had a couple of
was riding me sentimental
So I had to it down
And now I got the

I for my niggers dog
I ride for my uh