Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

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

Happy to my nigger doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
bitches smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My life is like the movie, and I'll be the
And just to get a small role, got bitches extra
I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting from bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, on my palm
I knew that we would up cause bitch we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but drop a verse with ease
I give a fuck
Bitch you the flow is second nature
no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
have a money conversation
Four hundred thousand from Eminem a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take it to the basement
I'm still here screaming Mind
of the noodles 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 with lawyers we a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at
Yes I to pop charts I'm doing the crime
And just means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the winter I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the damn seasons
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta spit this to
How have I been alive?
years and counting not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and be here until the tomb
Album coming soon the Rattpack consume
I've been on real shit
That fun
Spit artillery, a gunship
V's up we run
Don't come around with that dumb shit it's
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. spot hit you the heat rock goddamn
With on the board everybody on the floor
Hold up let me a breath here come more
a freestyle let me redirect my intellect
Drop shit just for fun, it's all over the internet
bitch I'm in effect
Wait hold up, y'all did get the
You Lumbergh is Initech
Bitch been a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima then
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the album goin be
Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat
the cover of XXL
Fuck around and propel
Tour coming man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, half a millie
It's Logic, coming for their no disrespect
I did this shit in two minutes or
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect
This is

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