Luyện nghe bài hát RapFix Freestyle

[Verse 1: Vic
The first one was a fluke, can get beginner's luck
Rookie think he too hot he drop bars about some Harry Potter books
And said some stuff about a semi
In same cannabis print boxers, boy that shit HUF
Yeah, I of Vic, he sound like so and so and such and such
He ain't original, he ain't digital, he the INNANET
Them Odd Future been had made that shit up
We ain't Savemoney, we si -- aight, aight
my numericals uncomparable
My straight even in the slumps
trying to beat me to the jump
Be like I'm without a parachute
You might drop first, but I'mma hit harder ten of you
Eight out of nine of my dimes, got Tennessee's
I'm betting 35 like I'm from Oklahoma,
Tentative court date pending, they to sentence me
Send 'em and in-voice, out of state, lawyer handle my
You petty boys, don't address me or a Gettysburg
Blood on the leaves, bodies like autumn
And if off-season like Halloween and February
Word on the land is that I'm getting air play
I hit the running in '93, I should probably die when I'm 27
Ledger lines to keep the work on the plane
Like I'm staff, plus I be flying
Fresh outta jail, fire up the tree, in my seat
Shout-out to the round police, keep my pits clean
Smoke like creatine, cranapple juice to clear the trace
Clear papers when I'm writing, I be seeing
Cut my like a filmmaker switch screen, split screen
Refrain from shit repeat
Ducking trying to make the quota
See that 44 clap like the in the streets
Niggas be slim gotta stay a soldier
Boy, been one hell of year, ain't it?
I left the band, became a man, my Purp just had a daughter
Some of my other fam damn near
I'm still in the hood, same whip, same
Same homies I used to serve OGs through the fence
Masking the blade, you hope d'Artagnan come to your defense
in the field, I'mma hop it
Cops come I'm the sack and changing the topic
that mess, make me mop it
Buckshot, eclipse split the black moon I'm in--

2: A$AP Rocky]
Kufi's goofies
I had two chicks with two G's, gave 'em
And then you know they me some loose-leaf, paper
I said I'd do your favors to you
Vader shader, see you like the razor
I give a fuck about clans or the Raiders
Niggas know me and I with the braids up
I don't a ---
Is that a curse, I can
(No, no, what's with that? Keep going)
Because I in person
I gave you penis, I mean
You already my shit the meanest
You could say penis on TV because it ain't a
It's worse, leave in a hearse
Niggas wearing skirts, talking about us do
You want Nerf
They don't want it because they but they bullets made of Nerf
And you know I come through [?] and surfing
--- ---
Let me hear something, Bun, what you gotta

3: Bun B]
It's all good, I'm UGK
We them dudes mama told you about
I'm like Red from Five Heartbeats, the window and hold you out
And this is freestyle, it didn't written
So it's all good, we real that's spittin'
On the turntables we got DJ Red
He keep it mixing, I spit the the rhymes that make your head
I make the world shake, I make the quake
Everything I do is groundbreaking, ground break
Type flow, boys already
Bun B UGK for life out the do'
This is PAT freestyle
Already spittin' and written, no bullshitting, I'm here
And I'm it, keeping it trill
Boys already know they'll never touch me for
So do your thing, but try to do me
That's it, just do me

4: Glam]
The chew was mucus, I it up
Trying to be infamous, while you is jicama
Many come try and get them some synonyms, what I'm
The open casket if you asking, I them
So everybody crowd around, everybody be the shit but I'm the foulest bowel
See my vowels be pure like Al B. Sure's mane
Just trying to get a couple O's in the mane
For now I change
And eight times out of nine be 'bout rain
Or the
Or other dudes' and how big his -- is
I'm flyer a pilot let me show you how to pitch this
Never sex it up and it down
Insane flow, I'm Usain Bolt I run this now

[Verse 5: Vic
What time is it? time clock looking like?
Rappers smoke crack, they need to go and a pipe
First the Fat Boys up then Sway cut his dreads off
Then Vic Mensa and cut they heads off
You hard, but bread soft
You talking crazy, that's why the [?] get you off
Your legs off, chop them a Mexican
The cartel come every time that I'm flexing it
You they disrespecting him
When I'm riding through and the glass is reflecting
I see them phony, trying to play me like we homies
They me up that's why I come back around with the homies
And stomp out
back home when I used to go from rags to ragging bone
On my feet, what you
How you know? Me and Rocky in this killing
Still

[Verse 6: Rocky]
And I'm trilling the nigga Bun
We curse? (Do what you gotta do, man)
And I'm my homie Bun
Top gun, you know we one
But hold up, let me get to the fashion
You already know it's casual crassin'
I got the new
And I don't a fuck, got three floors
And three broads and like three cars
And they all
And she got bags and they all Gucci's
And I the strip clubs cause they all hoochies
You I give them dollars, they love loosies
Everybody know the Prada,
Gotta holla, holla at a dollar, holla at guala
Holla tomata, hottie
And you know hot
You see me in the allies fucking popping
I ain't it though
And you know I got the boutta boutta flow
I come around where's Waldo?
Tell her I need the motherfucking
[?] love with the [?]
And my breath stank, I a Alto
You already through--