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 playing nigga a message
Breathless, every morning was to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants throw at the king
Pawns to carry on with no conscience
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
is bigger than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my body
It's murderous, to be
Murder is to be
heard of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle niggas belly's will rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But y'all still on rap
all that
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
stay afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's
My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never me
No sir, no ho, my homies ready to roll
the matter 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 rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Little
Holding a outside with pajamas
Better watch your around me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
be the guy that rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches smoking I'm Castro
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 minute cause Bobby said that he rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, on my palm
I knew that we would blow up cause bitch we be the
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a verse get Gs
Hit the drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with ease
I give a fuck
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 money
Four thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
Please let this Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still here screaming Mind
of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I grew and decided 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 Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm the crime
And that means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the winter like I got no
Spring rolls at the damn four
In the red screaming thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling this villainous
Chilling with me and my
Gotta spit to survive
How have I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and be here until the tomb
Album coming soon watch the Rattpack
I've on that real shit
That fun
Spit artillery, 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. spot hit you the heat rock goddamn
With on the board everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a breath here come
This a freestyle let me my intellect
Drop this shit for fun, it's all over the internet
bitch I'm in effect
Wait hold up, did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh is Initech
Bitch I've been a
Hit you Hiroshima then intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans that the album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat
From the of XXL
around and then propel
Tour soon 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 in two minutes or less
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
a year on the album, who knows what to expect
This is

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !