Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, morning was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants throw at the king
Pawns to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger than derrières of and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this shit 360
And must I mention my body
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna stay afloat be on a shit
I swear that I'm inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or with 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, smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your actions'll never move me
No sir, no ho, my homies ready to roll
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, a force fact
I'm not a act, run that
Little punk rat, it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
Holding a hammer outside with
Better watch your grammar me
haters surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
competition that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
bitches smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And to get a small role, got bitches acting extra
I this verse in one minute cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's dumb
Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my
I knew that we would 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 don't a fuck
Bitch you know the is second nature
With no pen and break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's a money conversation
Four hundred thousand Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid it back to the basement
I'm still screaming Beautiful Mind
of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical grind
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 like a Junior at
Yes I chose to pop I'm doing the crime
And that means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
Working in the summer, AC on
in the winter like I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the four seasons
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling with me and my
Gotta this to survive
How long have I alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not including my womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here the tomb
Album coming soon watch the consume
been 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 studio in Los
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board on the floor
up let me take a breath here come more
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 know that the album be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
Fuck around and then
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets 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 year on the album, who what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect
This is

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