Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go sillly with
I got a rocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga really impose
that's wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they and they feelings on road
so appealing, the feeling of killing a nigga that pose
Get Vanillied with those
Turn a plate to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex bigger
My is so chilly, it froze
I'm colder than ever, my niggas going for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, drawn on a Dessy
his whole body bloody
Like shorty done put in her tampon on
Shooting a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the charm on
We go to jail, this be fine, we'll meet up with friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone
Nigga the-, the-
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the
the double-R stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
She wanna eat morning
I treat it porridge and gave her the cream of the wheat
And I rock it P and a B
I cop it less it's Louie, Gucci on the pocket
Or even a D and a G, the way that the money piling
I be wilding 'til a nigga make about a B in a
Fuck niggas on me
Nut I'm Gary Payton, always on the team with the
And the money counter, 'cause when I'm
It be money in and coming out it, paper cut the money
Dummy niggas, I thumbing out it
not to run up out it in a fist fight
With a knife, brought a gun up out it
Don't you run up out it, lil'
Uh, hit him a mini MAC
Is he that bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat?
Matter fact, riddle me
I'm literally at the spot that he said he'd be at, but is he at?
Like, really Is you really tellin' me that?
Like I ain't to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I never react?
Have a nigga looking like he tryna fight in Bros
When a nigga put a whole in his back
Fuck niggas it back
Niggas get and start hating on a real nigga
It's like a nigga smoking on pack
Look, nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the with hidden identities
Fuck who at me
I got a stack on me long as a ruler and
I got that Geneve, I got the
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm asking niggas for 60 percent of the entity
No one me
is talking, but no one offending me
Niggas know the result of the end'll be
Niggas know how to find where they men'll be
I'm a way different on Hennessy
I got the recipe, of y'all niggas sit next to me
Guard your head and ya chess'll be
I suggest you niggas never go me
I suggest you niggas never go testin' me,

I promise you niggas I do shit in my sleep, it's easy
I come to the and just say shit and it comes out that way
You know what I
I promise y'all we down to go 36 hundred thousand with anybody
Let niggas know that all that rapping fast shit
We can do it too,
be thinking they got that special sauce
Not today, nigga, ain't that right
Y'all know what the fuck on man
Who Who next? Who next? For real, who next?
Lemme know, know, I'm off this, I'm off this
me now