Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a flows, I can go silly with those
I got a pocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga that impose
Niggas that's wit me is villans in
lost all they good and they feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of killing a that pose
Get Milli with those
Turn a beef to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be in Philly with those
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga flex bigger
My wrist is so chilly, it
Really I'm than ever, my niggas goin' for whatever
Niggas gripped up, tucked in the snow storm or the weather
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
Leave his body bloody
shorty done put in her tampon on already
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the Peter arm on the
See, the charm on
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll meet up with
'Cause all of our mans already
the-, nigga the-
I'ma do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the
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 eat every morning
I it like porridge and gave her the cream of the wheat
And I it like 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'll be 'til a nigga make about a B in a week
Fuck hating on me
But I'm Payton, always on the team with the green
And the money counter, when I'm accounting
It be money in and coming out it, paper cut the money
Dummy niggas, I been out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fist
With a knife, brought a gun up out it
Don't you run up out it, lil
Uh, hit him with a MAC
Is he really bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat?
Matter fact, riddle me
I'm literally at the spot that he he'd be at, but where is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you tellin' me that?
Like I prepared to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I never react?
a nigga lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a put a whole shell in his back
Fuck niggas yelling it
Niggas get high and start hating on a nigga
like a nigga smokin' on a jealousy pack
Look, lil nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters hidden identities
Fuck who you at me
I got a stack on me as a ruler and centipede
I got Geneve, I got the energy
I got the money, the power, the
I go to
I'm these niggas for 60 percent 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 where they men'll be
I'm a way nigga on Hennessy
I got the recipe, of y'all niggas sit next to me
Guard where your head and ya be
I suggest you niggas never go me
I suggest you niggas never go me, nigga

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