Luyện nghe bài hát Wait A Minute (Freestyle)

Wait, wait, wait a
a goddamn minute
Wait, wait, wait a
one fucking minute
I'm looking at your end list
You're choosing rappers friends with
Who be rapping their friends did
Toolie and extensions
Wait, wait, a minute
We done already heard best shit
We got the message
on a lean, molly, Percocet trip
Think I what real success is
Running around here "The Message"
Forty pounder of death wish
Money counter full of
I sent a right at the cannon barrel
Through your wall, closet, through your damn
Through your grandma chair, through granite counter
Topping, I ain't tryna stop it 'till you standing on the
Of the man upstairs, nigga, you're
Wait a minute,
I've been going crazy on records way before Flex
This the bad half Shady vortex, armed in navy
them Barnum Bailey boys
Best to back the fuck up or get the fuck up eighty million different ways
If I say it's fuck the then the world's getting fucked
million different ways
When I'm finished it
the world's gon get the AIDS like some 1984 sex
This the traumatize your rapper year
This the related racketeer
All I'm tryna hear today is and drill
It's all downhill from like Jack and Jill
Wait, wait, wait, a minute
Wait a motherfucking
I'm giving all my hoes an ultimatum, she my
I'm tryna motivate her, I'm just popping shit
She getting ass shot
Like a Soulja Boy home
I get a whole clip to all my
so I could go and get exonerated
Wait, wait, wait a
a motherfucking minute
I you niggas go tool up
I'm menace on school bus
documented, boy, prove what?
Been dropping gems I grew up
I got to feel void move, bruh
The been destroyed, boo ya
These nerds for attention
For a word Vlad or Akademik
to slap you over engine
I'm Murs for the Guinness
Wait, wait, a minute
I you heard I'm back in business
I'm going than Tha Carter X
I'm flapping independent
I'm tycooning the pressure
I'm typhooning through weather
I might do a beat for 'em
him back to him a little PHresher
Got the cash holding on line two, brink trucks on one
Casanova the rifle, fuckboy, don't run
I'm live from it the streams
Buying guns and beams
You guys with your teams
It's feeling like with the memes
I flip the blade "say something"
Around dough like
Let you rip the
Then I come and rip the stage down like Trey Songz
slaughter gang shit
Feel me, nigga, this is God
Phantom or the 'Vette, Tammy Lahren, shit
The odd
Wait, wait, a minute
I'm prime away from fucking with her
I her over, stick her on the expensive car
fucking Creator with it
You a lame, you from Twitter
You had a chain, now it's nigga chain
Face down on computer keys sleep
you gon' be to laying in your name
Body bag body bag
a trail laying in your lane
I'm Cold Chillin' on the business
But I ain't saying I Kane
Wait a motherfucking
You popping molly the actors
I fucked the of the white bitches
I'm Talib with the blackness
I'm most def immigration
Ladies on top of
I'm Mos Def immigration
Babies on top of
Wait a minute