Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Schemin Freestyle

Uh I say one to live
So Im a ball till I fucking fall
September gone hell a hall
Niggers act like dont remember when I was selling raw
But since they run their mouth bitches they can tell them broads
How I came
Panama fling
Everybody down
And Im the same crew
Half my selling dope
dont got the same view
But we got the same
I used to that same old
I used to them same
Tryna a hundred mill
Twenty with a ghost
I swear my is hell a real
them babies out the hood
Put my momma up on that
Got the weight up off my
Tell that its time to kill
all the sudden all other suckers mad
only 24 and buying shit they wished they had
Is it my
Or Is it my
I live and shit I talk
Hoes I hit and the I pop
When I did that bit they forget that
And its all so
grown men cry
And old men die
But I aint
Did them my
None of them he die
But Im gonna
MIA
we lie
We in viv
And we dib
We fly G5
I used to have a and a bad bitch
But now I got it I treat it just like my bitch
Got one
than a double sun
Real homies me cause they feel just where Im coming from
Old heads been
I talking running gun
Use to chase the paper now the money I be running
Ah every day I up I just pray to god
I get my cake up and I stay alive
Pac Man Pac Man
Run because the is out
has bought a new crib
Shit it looked Oprahs house
I bought a new crib
My shit like his older house
Last of a dyeing bread its that I told about
get exported when them bricks get imported

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

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

I say in the building everybody spending
Thirty rights Im a shit my pockets sound it
Louis Vuitton snickers colors Ill be in them
Keep a bad chick me
I own her she a rental
I
em out
Take em
She know I extend you a lot I make I stack
Looking at the dill fuck and take this back
I get so comfy in bitch I fuck her and I take a nap Zs
She at me with paper Im like bitch please
Shout out to the jeweler make my wrist
shit thats on my hip
Believe youre Swiss
Hit you with the whole
You get on some
Im a this paper like its 2012
If getting money was a sin I guess Im to hell
If stacking on was a crime I guess Im going to jail
And they have to give me life cause Ill be doing it well
Im getting money on the
We dont smoking regular nigger we aint regular
Got pretty on my cellular
All I get is straight cash and Im a register
Im balling like no tomorrow
Forty on my ma
Thirty foot pricy piece
I I got every sneak
I dont hit so many
Presidentuary
and forth to Hollywood
MIA every week
Cant remember my
I got so many but now Im back
I from Hollywood to the trap
And Im back in these streets
round with this map
And I aint about my laptop
Talking the back block
Running in a wet
in the stash box
Huh? What you know about
Im spitting bars off the top and they flowing like that
They aint like this
Old school
Flowing like raspy voice in the vib
With a hundred
Ace of doing my thing
Hot 97 know that Im going angry
My neck, my wrist be all
A lot of niggers catch
They like me
They are
When its time to see selves
I aint had no
But had a of bitches
They was me sentimental
So I had to it down
And now I got the

I ride for my dog
I ride for my uh