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

Uh huh, Rob Got on the beat
We Ready?
Man this one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man
What up though, Bey?
Don

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

Verses standing out like it at 10 o'clock and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit that
Yeah I'm the underdog but Underdog was a too
And my city going through hell, they need a too
You're more about showing off, I'm more show and prove
Ya'll about so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just hide behind his skits like half of these do
And then fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of this shit
I'm like "Aw, man. we go"
I'm not the man I was a year ago
I learned that life could be a
Moving at a still is the scenario
I also learned some girls can fit the if they got a stereo
Crazy what a cold do for palm trees
Type that can't my hand even if they palm read
Got a good at home, yeah that's all me
I gave my number out on the outro I'm like "call me", real
they 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 listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, what I been missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just
take this little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal
Nigga, open arms, nigga open the safe
in this bitch like a gun on my waist
Rappin I got a gun in my face
I treat my like I be runnin a race
Supa Dupa flow, up up and
You at the top, I'm on the way
I'ma come for spot then I cum in your face
I trying to make I gotta have it to a habit
Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma addict
Beware of the niggas who abandon when your was abandoned
But there for the
Then hit after hit hit
Somebody tell me the fuckin batting average
Dark Sky Paradise, you can have it
rainin so hard, you can white water raft it

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