Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the
Pawns to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger than of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, this shit 360
And must I mention my count?
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
heard of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where belly's will rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But still stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture
I was in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never me
No sir, no ho, my homies ready to roll
the matter the chitter and chatter
I did it cause I can the flow
And comeback, here's a force
I'm not a dumb act, run
punk rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
Holding a hammer outside with
Better watch grammar around me
These haters me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you niggas could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
competition that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
be the guy that rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
My is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a small role, got bitches acting
I wrote this verse in one cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's dumb
Got punchlines like prom the, world on my palm
I that we would blow up cause bitch we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a get fifty Gs
Hit the studio as fuck but still drop a verse with ease
I don't give a
Bitch you the flow is second nature
With no pen and break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a conversation
Four hundred thousand from Eminem a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
Please don't let Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still here screaming Beautiful
Sick of the of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I just and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and of blue bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting money with lawyers we have a Jew of a
liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I to pop charts I'm doing the crime
And that just means I'm fucking to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the like I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the damn seasons
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta spit this to
How have I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not including my womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here the tomb
Album coming soon watch the consume
I've been on real shit
fun shit
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't come around that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board on the floor
Hold up let me take a here come more
This a let me redirect my intellect
Drop this shit for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
hold up, y'all did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh rappers is
I've been a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the album goin be
Spit it off the top and get like Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
around and then propel
Tour soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's
Put my own money into this album, half a millie
It's Logic, coming for their neck no
I did this in two minutes or less
a year on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect
This is

(Flawless Victory)
birthday to me motherfucker
It's my !