Luyện nghe bài hát We Made It Freestyle

We it
We it

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, in the field
From to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the of rap and I get it from the wheel
The son of WD, who around in the D
Who ran in the three
The gods raised me
all on the Sphinx
Story all in the of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God me
You can the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't all that anguish
We came a long way the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we our language
Gold necklace, middle erected
God of Shabazz stylin' on the record
sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illaha is the message
All niggas, I got to fight one
All devils, I got to strike some
All these just waitin' on the war cry
Mama "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation,
Motivation,
Nigga we made it slaves on a slaveship
Live from the fields, straight to the spaceship

Hop off the slave
my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we it!"
I own my own masters, you I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout that I really bought
While these rappers rap guns they ain't shot
And a of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A
This Ace of Spades like an Oscar
tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me rra yah, nigga watch your
I come to court with black on
Y'all jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given
I'm God, G is the seventh letter
So when my arms and feet shackled I get paid
All due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into
These are the last days, but do I fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in brand new J's
I'm the and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th of the world, alien, superstition
blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are
My crazy
and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go stupido,
The flow is filthy, y'all kill me
I've been inoculated from the and the fakes
The corny handshakes, cock we made it