Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I (Freestyle)

Uh huh, Rob Got Beats on the
We Yeah
Man like one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man
What up though, Yeah
Don

Man, this one for the ones who hold me so we forever on the rise
as I got charts, it's never me, myself & I
Straight up,
Man this one for the who cop the album and they ain't need a receipt
All the internet plumbers, you know for the leaks
Been to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the street
show is just getting started, don't worry man take a seat
I got mom and bro around like whats better the family
Did a show at House of Blues shit was better than the Grammy's
On the phone with my dad trying to handle whats out of
Reminiscing we used to play 5-on-5, no to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all times meant to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, that ambiguous
who was killin shit, lately I can't feel that shit
Ya'll used to didn't my shit and now ya'll like "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, I be
Fresh as my nigga IB, up to Don C
The most improved player, watch me that I to a V
On my LP but by the time its IV
That's the fourth, don't be surprised if I'm in with (Holly's?)
We came a long way from having hands like God Please
Do I gotta emphasize, my mind spaced out
I call that bitch the enterprise
I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can't?), watch me my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out it close at 10 o'clock and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit spiritual
I'm the underdog but Underdog was a superhero too
And my city going through hell, need a miracle too
more about showing off, I'm more about show and prove
Ya'll braggin about so and so, "Oh, he really it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he hide behind his skits like half of these rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch they savior of this shit
I'm like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the same man I was a ago
I learned that could be a merry-go
Moving at a still is the scenario
I also learned some can fit the stereotype if they got a stereo
Crazy what a cold do for palm trees
Type that can't hold my hand even if they palm
Got a girl at home, yeah that's all me
I gave my number out on the I'm like "call me", real nigga
Since cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying food
I got her listenin to music that she wouldn't to
Got her vibin to Nas, she "Man, This what I been missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is fuel
I'ma this little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck open arms, open the safe
Respect in this like a gun on my waist
like I got a gun in my face
I treat my life like I be a race
Dupa flow, up up and away
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma come for your then I cum in your face
I been trying to make I gotta have it to a
Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma add-it
Beware of the niggas who abandon when shit was abandoned
But there for the
Then hit after hit hit
Somebody tell me the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you niggas can it
Clique so hard, you can white water raft it

Man, we just around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, just fuckin
We was in three cities today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we been going as fuck
My Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky Paradise man
Boogie doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe this
I believe it
Hey waddup doe
Man waddup doe to my family, my friends, my
I do for ya'll
We put our hearts this shit
My boys damn gone
I know its like 5 in the morning
We ain't slept in days
We do this the heart man
And we did out our way
Boss up, it's to get it, yeah
Countin blessings over
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