Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, morning was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was iffy
Heart is bigger than of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, shit will 360
And must I mention my count?
It's murderous, to be
Murder is to be
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's will
Get for thinking or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
Fuck all
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna stay afloat be on a shit
I swear that I'm lost of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack your
Just for acting coochie, your goofy never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies to roll
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it cause I can the flow
And comeback, a force fact
I'm not a act, run that
Little rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Little
Holding a hammer with pajamas
Better watch your grammar me
haters surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you niggas could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my 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 be the director
And to get a small role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from that's dumb fine
Got like prom with the, world on my palm
I knew we would blow up cause bitch we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a verse get 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 break it disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's a money conversation
hundred thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's presidential
Please don't let this Pop kid take it back to the
I'm still here screaming Beautiful
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical
So I just grew and to put you in your spot
and boodles of blue bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting money with lawyers we a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring a Junior at prom
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 four
In the red October thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling with me and my
Gotta spit to survive
How long have I 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 that real
fun shit
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't come around that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. spot hit you with the 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 this shit just for fun, it's all over the
Cause I'm in effect
Wait hold up, y'all did get the
You Lumbergh rappers is
Bitch I've a fact
Hit you Hiroshima then 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
around and then propel
Tour soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's
Put my own money into this album, half a millie
It's Logic, coming for 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 !