Luyện nghe bài hát Sway In The Morning Freestyle

[Verse: (Paul Rosenberg/Sway)]
Let's them back to the future (bars)
Bars, like Paul
The small frozen (don't censor me man)
look, I had class, I just got expelled
I excelled in nothing in
So if you're tryna test my patience it just
But King Mathers, I still get
So me sire, like I exhaled
I had a deep ass breath held
I get swell, that'll my size XXL
So kiss your highness's ass
While I'm to stretch, it's time to exercise
I'm flexing,
the reps 'til I get extra-sized
And set my bi's and pecs and on fire
Cause I'm coming out blazing
Like pythons, my suggestion is parental discretion
Be advised, due to mental aggression
We advise you to back up, Byron Leftwich
I'm infectious, I rhyme like I got a sinus
A virus, I'm congested and I just
Five Allegras but the side effects from these anti-depressants, mess with my mind
I'm a regular Hyde and
White freckles but I silence hecklers
You wanna head for the fire exits
I'm through like a wrecking ball
You would I think highly of Miley
And I respect her, the way I her
my French, Montana, but I am worried about nutting
God damn it, I'm a sexist, I drive a
out of her mind, and I'm in Texas
With a chainsaw, wait, what did I this
Time, oh, my machetes getting upset, he
He was ready for me to come get him from inside the
It was time, he's
He wants to make blood like a storage unit
But before I do it, let me think through
Cause if I behead this bitch then I'd be headless *slurping
Mic check, one, two
I ain't barely the mic just yet
And I just sweared like twice as times
In less ninety seconds
Than Andrew fucking ever did in his fucking life
But I I'm expected to make these kinds of violent records
It's why I keep rhyming
Fuck it, I swear, like a diamond
Since freestyling over phone tap, my connected
rhymes that kept in touch with the fans, that's why the more bars, the better my reception
And I give a fuck about sales, and fuck pop, I don't even like
Crawford tryna fend me off with a bendy straw
At the waffle house, mouth
But if you don't like what I'm about then block me out
Just then Brown, walks up and knocks me down
me and socks me, ow
Apparently still mad over i said last year
On Vegas track, I just look stupid and stand there
And try to act like I hear
What? Sorry dear, but I think Pam Grier just stuck a in my damn ear
That's when my man Denaun ran behind me to pantomime
That if you wanna kick his ass, in line
Hands is down my as I fantasize taking advantage
Of Brandy and by grabbing my Spanish Fly
Like a blind Hispanic guy with his zipper
Give a fuck, all part of my grand design
To get Amanda Bynes to come and fucking me like a dandelion
Better watch step, you 'bout to cross an outlandish mine
I'm you get if Aaron Hernandez rhymed
So stand aside unless you to find out how handy I am with a branding iron
Fuck clear so you all can hear
I'd rather rap like a auctioneer
around and walk from here to the Southpaw premier
Get on back, rapping Paul Revere
So call me queer, cause I'm weird
So praise a Genius, hope don't get taken out of text
But Hillary, I promise to my server clean if you face subpoenas
Got a name that speaks for itself Anthony Weiner
Hands in my pants in a theater, jacking my meat
A fan of Trina, Angelina, and Christina and Serena and
Scarlett Johansson, Tiffani Amber
Give me a damn reason and not wanna slip an Ambien in the Cappuccino
And try to have a with Janet Reno
I'm fucked worse than Trump
On Lexapro in Mexico across from a Texaco in drunk
and out of gas, busted water pump
Getting up by Ronald, feeling him on his rump
Oh yeah, and me and Alyssa Milano
We do
the horror to emcees like the aura of the Run DMC fedora
Addidas and Diadoras but I need at least three to four of those Rita
In a four seater Taurus but tell my face is the best seat in the house
let them bleed in my mouth while I'm eating them out (that's disgusting, ow Jesus)
Heat missile, duck, demented, sick, hate and see who gives a fuck
I prick, and that's a true statement, I see bitch in you Caitlyn
Keep the pistol tucked Bruce Jenner's dick
No disrespect though, not at all, no pun intended, that a lot of balls (ay God damn)
Oh and Azealia Banks just wanna tell you
Now I got skanks handing me ballpark franks in the mail as pranks
And hot pockets, thanks a lot, awful, I made monopoly off
Sodomy, how many jell-o pops can he possibly lace, walking atrocity
No wonder you scoff at me, it's obvious I'm as off-putting as Cosby is
Treat women like property, possessive like a noun with an
S's, I'd stalk broccoli, yes it's
Socrates with a block of cheese and a stuck in this soda pop machine
Got emcees dropping their knees, a plea bargain
keep sobbing, like, "please stop it"
Aftermath, bitch, still
Looking for us? We here
Like we're