Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, feeling this villainous

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on
Mama told me don't let these peasants throw at the king
Pawns to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
Fucker wanna Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
is bigger than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this will 360
And must I mention my count?
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
heard of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where belly's will rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But y'all still on rap
Fuck all
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna stay be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, disciple
My are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll your coofie
for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to
Never the the chitter and chatter
I did it cause I can the flow
And comeback, here's a force
I'm not a act, run that
Little rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
Holding a hammer outside with
Better watch your around me
These haters me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
My is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a small role, got bitches acting
I wrote this verse in one cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, on my palm
I knew that we blow up cause bitch we be the bomb
out to get the cheese, drop a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still drop a verse ease
I don't give a
Bitch you know the is second nature
With no pen and paper it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
have a money conversation
Four hundred thousand from that's a payment
Kennedy presidential arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid it back to the basement
I'm still here screaming Mind
Sick of the of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I just grew and to put you in your spot
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Vuitton
Getting money lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop I'm doing the crime
And that just means I'm fucking to you and your mom
Working in the summer, AC on
Working in the like I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the damn four
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling with me and my
Gotta this to survive
How long I been alive?
Twenty-four and counting not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here the tomb
Album soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on that real
fun shit
Spit artillery, a gunship
V's up we run
Don't come around that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board on the floor
up let me take a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me my intellect
Drop this shit just for fun, all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
Wait hold up, y'all did get the
You Lumbergh rappers is
Bitch I've been a
Hit you like then intercept
it yo
See now all the fans know that the album goin be crazy
it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
around and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into album, like half a millie
Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect
I did shit in two minutes or less
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect
is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
It's my !