Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Different (Freestyle)

(Intro)

187.
(Mustard on the hoe!)

I'm Different, ya I'm (x3)

Lambo, spent half a million.
Car mixtape, got No Ceilings.
Floss a dentist, numb to a bitch, no feelins.
Lotta bad bitches and my fully trippin.
OG's got old clips, like willin.
Let the guest squeeze, like lemons.
Old money, but I need more Demi.
Raw like Eddie, a side kick.
Send me shit, bang you dumb, I'm goin Timmy (augh!)
I dont drive no Infinity, pull up niggas clear the vicinity.
Killin yo (augh!)
Atlanta be, shots!
Niggas grumblin, all my chips, gambilin.
Bay veteran.
Bad let her in. Late night Letterman.
to broke niggas, Claritin.
7-6 ball hard, stay travelin.
Referee shots, got backpedalin.
Ball like I'm 70. where the weather 93.
Gotta fly cause my niggas got felonies.
Used to do Beverly, now we shop overseas. Pop dick.
Bitches it in their ovaries.
I love it when a got her ass tatted.
Say "she just got it don't pat it."
Both left cheeks, now I'm left handed.
Ass so big, can't look at. Can't at it (2x)
me bust fast like I'm trigger happy.
She like I talk shit like villeralle sp?
And I give her wood, like a cabby.
Cabin in the woods, all you actin scary.
Get me on, Dr. Romenelli sp?
Shirt off, nigga feel Mackavelli
All my niggas goin ham, we dont a deli. (aw)
Aint shit you can tell me. Got em pissed off, R.
Bitches me sure like Al B.
All I do is win. Like Gwen, dont me bitch!
Took 22 to get rich. Been in love twice, still screamin 'bitches aint shit'.
Tryna keep my niggas outta jail. They hittin licks.
And I'm in full, they call me money makin Mitch. (augh!)
T-Rell, that my nigga. Niddy Santana, he'll a nigga.
Eat cash like a fast food dinner.
don't remember shit? They gon remember me nigga!
I'm the shit. Bitch!
187!
Augh!