Luyện nghe bài hát Yonkers (Freestyle)

1]
I'm a paradox, no I'm not...
Joking, I was hoping I'd some thoughts
Not the kind that choke on cock, or smoke on with broken hearts
Wrote this while you toke some pot, I over spoke,
I of God, he told me I'd be born of flaws and bored of y'all
And probably would have raised me if there wasn't on Noah's Ark
Golden ox, knew you were a bitch before I'd of dogs
Dropping bombs no Boku Haram, lock arms and don't applaud
I don't recall you going off, i'm in, Macaulay Culkin
Y'all insulting me just by the sound of all the you dropping
Niggas they flawless, they just talking like some local artists
Hopeless niggas up, watch me blow up as you hold that thought...

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It's some shit, how I've been killing sentences since Genesis
em in, if you find a synonym to my sentiment
Y'all challenged on cinnamon? Need Adderall & Ritalin?
I'm spazzing, this could pass up all your tantrums, an anthem
Going H.A.M, you see the passion, right here but feel the absence
Making classics single handed, causing damage, rapping is my language
This is nature, Damn it, just a branch of talent
Woe is thee, shit is fucking poetry, I'm Edgar Allan
Poe. let it go, damn I'm so fucking cold
And all ever been is who I'm told and not supposed to be
Jodeci. Nigga yeah I'm and I ain't suppose to be
4th degree. Burned your heat, you had your to work with me
Like okay, see... I could have shocked the world before OKC
Planting seeds, Plotting, planning things this hasn't seen
Platinum album, Damn it, me 2 years and it's happening
...It has to be...
If y'all can't even talk to me, this just what it's got to be
Hope to God that y'all got the enough to respond to this
Modest but i'm honest, so yo Inc. I'm, talking beef
No need for apologies, I'm down, you've got a week...