Luyện nghe bài hát Luck You (Freestyle)

I got a flows, I can go sillly with those
I got a rocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga that impose
that's wit me is villans in hoodies
That lost all they and they feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a that pose
Get Milli Vanillied those
a beef plate to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in Philly with
rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex gotten bigger
My wrist is so chilly, it
Really I'm colder than ever, my going for whatever
gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
Leave his body bloody
Like shorty done put in her on already
Shooting with a Vietnam out the Peter arm on the levy
See, the on already
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll meet up friends
'Cause all of our mans gone-gone
Nigga the-, nigga
I'ma do a three in week, I the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, that or the Bentley B in the seat
I got my D in a freak, I be in repeat
She wanna eat every
I treat it like and gave her the cream of the wheat
And I rock it P and a B
I don't cop it less it's Louie, Gucci on the
Or even a D and a G, 'cause the way that the piling
I be wilding 'til a nigga about a B in a week
niggas hating on me
Nut I'm Gary Payton, always on the team with the
And the counter, 'cause when I'm accounting
It be money coming in and coming out it, cut the money
Dummy niggas, I thumbing out it
not to run up out it in a fist fight
With a knife, nigga a gun up out it
Don't you run up out it, lil'
Uh, hit him a mini MAC
Is he really that bad that I gotta hit him a bigger gat?
fact, riddle me that
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 prepared to hit him with a felony
Like, what you thought, I would never
Have a nigga like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole in his back
Fuck niggas it back
get high and start hating on a real nigga
It's like a nigga on jealousy pack
Look, nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters with identities
Fuck who at me
I got a stack on me long as a and centipede
I got Geneve, I got the energy
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm asking these niggas for 60 of the entity
No one me
is talking, but no one offending me
Niggas know what the of the end'll be
Niggas won't know how to find where they be
I'm a way different nigga on
I got the recipe, none of y'all sit next to me
Guard where head and ya chess'll be
I suggest you niggas never go me
I you niggas never go testin' me, nigga

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