Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, feeling this villainous

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants rocks at the king
Pawns tend to on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
Fucker wanna Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger than derrières of and Nicki
But up and diss me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my body
It's murderous, to be
Murder is to be
Ever of me stumble?
I was in the jungle where niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my ready to roll
the matter the chitter and chatter
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, a force fact
I'm not a act, run that
punk rat, fuck it, punch back
In the of Little Havana
a hammer outside 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
competition that we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
be the guy that 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 bitches acting
I wrote this in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm brain from bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like with the, world on my palm
I knew that we would blow up 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 with ease
I give a fuck
Bitch you know the is second nature
With no pen and paper it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

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

[Verse 4:
Feeling this villainous
Chilling me and my Tribe
spit this to survive
How long have I been
Twenty-four years and not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here until the
Album coming soon watch the consume
I've been on that shit
That fun
artillery, like a gunship
V's up we run
come around with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With on the board everybody on the floor
up let me take a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my
Drop this just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause I'm in effect
Wait up, y'all did get the Memo?
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
it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
Fuck and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into album, like half a millie
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did this shit in two or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to (Sinatra)
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect
is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !