Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, every was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama me don't let these 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 getting
Heart is than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this shit 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 niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for or mumble
But y'all still on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
stay afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the 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, niggas'll smack your
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies to roll
the matter the chitter and chatter
I did it I can machete the flow
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a act, run that
punk rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
Holding a hammer with pajamas
Better watch grammar around me
These haters 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 to my nigger doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
be the guy that rap slow, sike nah
Dictating smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a small role, got 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 fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my
I knew that we would blow up cause we be the bomb
out to get the cheese, drop a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as fuck but still a verse with ease
I don't give a
Bitch you know the flow is nature
With no pen and paper break it disintegrate a hater, wassup

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

[Verse 4:
Feeling this vibe
with me and my Tribe
Gotta spit this to
How long have I been
Twenty-four years and counting not including my womb
I'm here in the lab, and be here until the tomb
coming soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on that shit
fun shit
Spit artillery, a gunship
V's up we run
Don't come around with dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
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 here come more
This a let me redirect my intellect
Drop this just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
Wait up, y'all did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
Bitch I've a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima then
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get like Pat Swayze
the cover of XXL
Fuck and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna
Really, coming for Achilles
Put my own money into this album, half a millie
It's Logic, coming for their no disrespect
I did this shit in two or less
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect
is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy to me motherfucker
my birthday !