Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to on breakfast
Mama told me don't let peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to on with no conscience
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making 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
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But y'all still on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, ventilation
Tryna stay afloat be on a boat
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 shoot for my...you get the picture
I was in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies to roll
Never the matter the and chatter
I did it cause I can the flow
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
punk rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
a hammer 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
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 just to get a small role, got acting extra
I wrote this verse in one cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's fine
Got punchlines like prom the, world on my palm
I that 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 a verse with ease
I don't give a
Bitch you the flow is second nature
With no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater,

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's a money conversation
Four hundred thousand Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy presidential arrangement
don't let this Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still here Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical
So I just and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and of blue bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting money with lawyers we a Jew of a time
liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm the crime
And just 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 thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling this villainous
Chilling me and my Tribe
spit this to survive
How long have I alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not including my womb
I'm here in the lab, and be here until the tomb
Album coming soon watch the consume
been on that real shit
That fun
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't around with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat rock
With Bobby on the board on the floor
Hold up let me take a 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 hold up, y'all did get the
You rappers is Initech
Bitch been a fact
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 like Pat Swayze
the cover of XXL
Fuck around and propel
Tour coming soon man I know the finna sell
Really, coming for Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like half a
It's Logic, coming for their neck no
I did this in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to
This is

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !