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

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

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

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

Man, we just around, man
Just off the top, on the spot, fuckin around
We was in different cities today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we been hard as fuck
My Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky Paradise man
waddup doe
Hey the out tomorrow, man I can't believe this shit
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 near
I don't know its 5 in the morning
We ain't slept in days
We do from the heart man
And we did out our way
Boss up, it's time to get it,
Countin blessings money
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