Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake (Freestyle)

To recognize the I am
You'd have to have one foot on Venus to even visit these I'm in
Now did I say arenas or
I shit, Venus/Cerena's, I kill shit, I Killbit Arenas
I'm ill wit' the skill wit Ittba the skill wit'
If this the shit I build
I'm buildin' a buildin' built with a billion builders
That's a buildin' on top of this one
No feelin' is this one
No villain is this one
be a dark night, won't it?
While overlookin' my city, had a Dark Knight
I'm my city, same city that overlooked me
Now it's back to tours, cause cities just overbook me
Speaking of Dark Knight, I know some jokers that
Cuz I done blew up somethin' sick the openin' scene
Not to mention, nobody gon you this year
You just a joker, I really the pencil disappear
I got that Edgar Allen Poe flow, like a bear trap
only rebuttal would be a head scratch
I haven't amateur, ever, never
pentameter, clever, better
Nobody seems this deep
I got niggas awoke to put my dreams to sleep
But, watch me
New maroon drop for my
I moon rocks for my mule, I'm the future
these niggas I need my proper spot
They a of Papa Docs and Chocolate Drops
My 16's proper, give me my or not
I went Pac at 16 when my Pops was
Uh, it left my mind out of
I guess why in my rhymes, I spend time out of space
So, I speak life, rappers
Can't be a rap god if you've never for God
Uh, gotta be close to him like the woman in The Bible who felt she could be blessed to grab his cloth
Uh, we full of sin
If we wade in the water, the weight of it pull us in
They, fake, fake, fake, fake,
Can't fake you ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't
Wait, if you're searchin' for a way,
I made a way, all my homies used to weight
Brakes, pump your brake, brake, brake,
Niggas break in and take, don't take breaks
I can't fail, I believe in it
You don't humble nor obedience
Comedians told me I wouldn't fly
I remember losin' members and I wouldn't cry
if you had wooden eyes
You see I'm fly in my future, so why wouldn't I?
I'm too good, these good and high
in the hood don't rock wit' you Cuba Goodin' guys
Niggas on "be alike" shit
Guess they "copy, paste" us cause we the clique
Uh, get it? Right click, copy,
Life hit a phase, ice wrist, Versace shade
White whip, a hockey blade, grill like a mask
Chop it like a hockey stick, niggas pop it to pocket
Talkin' bout you poppin' gas, wit' those sloppy cats
suckas probably be watchin' you get your pockets tapped
Fuck all that cocky shit, where I'm from they straps
Think you wavy 'til you get hit 8 in your stocking cap
But, I to excel
Made my old ex mad, gave my new ex
Went from no X to one X to two X,
I nice since my tee shirt was 2XL
Yeah that's XX, like two ago
But still all love like X's and O's
Cause at some point, we feel we exes who owe
You know an explanation why they an exit, and oh
If you think I'm bout my exes, come on, man
Tell XXL they've got one more
But, man I lay low
If I ain't on ya list, that bitch should not exist, Manti Te'o
I'm anti A-roll, that shit they puttin' up
Tell these niggas ain't good enough to bore me
I'm paintin' so y'all see the story
I can't be guarded in rap, to God be the