Luyện nghe bài hát Lucky You (Freestyle)

I got a million flows, I can go silly those
I got a rocket
Down to cock and chop and pop a nigga that impose
Niggas wit me is villans in hoodies
That all they good and they feelings on road
It's so appealing, the feeling of a nigga that pose
Get Milli Vanillied those
Turn a plate to a cheesesteak
Bitch, I be really in Philly with
Neck rocky as a blizzard, a nigga gotten bigger
My wrist is so chilly, it
Really I'm colder than ever, my goin' for whatever
Niggas gripped up, fifth tucked in the snow storm or the
Sandstorm or the desert, hands drawn on a
his whole body bloody
Like shorty done put in her on already
Shooting with a Vietnam cannon out the arm on the levy
See, the charm on
We go to jail, this shit'll be fine, we'll up with friends
all of our mans gone-gone already
Nigga the-, nigga
do a three in week, I gave the Jeep the receipt
Either the double-R stitching, it's that or the Bentley B in the
I got my D in a freak, I gotta be in
She eat every morning
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'll be wildin' 'til a make about a B in a week
Fuck hating on me
But I'm Gary Payton, on the team with the green
And the counter, 'cause when I'm accounting
It be money coming in and out it, paper cut the money
Dummy niggas, I been out it
Trying not to run up out it in a fight
With a knife, nigga a gun up out it
you run up out it, lil nigga
Uh, hit him with a MAC
Is he really bad that I gotta hit him with a bigger gat?
Matter fact, me that
I'm literally at the spot that he said be at, but where is he at?
Like, really nigga? Is you really tellin' me
I ain't prepared to hit him with a felony act?
Like, what you thought, I would never
a nigga lookin' like he tryna fight in Smash Bros
When a nigga put a whole shell in his
niggas yelling it back
Niggas get high and hating on a real nigga
It's a nigga smokin' on a jealousy pack
Look, lil nigga, uh
I got the remedy, I got the shooters with identities
Fuck who you at me
I got a on me long 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
Niggas is talking, but no one me
Niggas know what the of the end'll be
won't 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 where head and ya chest'll be
I suggest you never go testin' me
I suggest you niggas never go me, nigga

I promise y'all niggas I do this in my sleep, it's easy
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 fast shit
We can do it too,
be thinking they got that special sauce
Not today,
that right, man?
Y'all know what the fuck on, man
Who Who next? Who next? For real, who next?
Lemme know, lemme know, I'm off this, I'm off
me now