Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling villainous vibe
Feeling, this villainous vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on
Mama me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
tend to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was iffy
Heart is bigger than derrières of and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this will 360
And must I mention my count?
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where belly's will rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
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 of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I slugs for my...you get the picture
I was in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, 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 machete the
And comeback, here's a force
I'm not a act, run that
Little punk rat, fuck it, punch
In the of Little Havana
Holding a hammer with pajamas
Better your grammar around me
These surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

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

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a conversation
hundred thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take it to the basement
I'm still here screaming Beautiful
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical
So I grew and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and of blue bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting with lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm doing the
And that just means I'm fucking to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the winter I got no heaters
Spring at the damn four seasons
In the red October thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling this villainous
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta this to survive
How long have I been
Twenty-four and counting not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and be here until the tomb
Album coming watch the Rattpack consume
I've on that real shit
That fun
Spit artillery, like a
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 with the heat goddamn
With Bobby on the everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my
Drop this shit for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
hold up, y'all did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh is Initech
I've been a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans know the album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get like Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
Fuck around and then
Tour coming soon man I the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like half a
Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect
I did this shit in two minutes or
a year on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to
is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !