Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous

[Verse 1:
on my shoulder, fuck is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing relate a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to on breakfast
Mama told me don't let peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on with no
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
is bigger than derrières 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 niggas belly's will
Get checked for thinking or
But still stuck on rap
Fuck all
I do this in my slumber, merely
Tryna afloat be on a boat shit
I swear I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack your
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never me
No sir, needy no ho, my ready to roll
Never the matter the and chatter
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, fuck it, punch
In the of Little Havana
Holding a outside with pajamas
Better watch your around me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you childish could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
My life is the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a small role, got acting extra
I wrote this verse in one cause Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's fine
Got punchlines like prom the, world on my palm
I knew that we blow up cause bitch we be the bomb
out to get the cheese, drop a verse get fifty Gs
Hit the studio drunk as but still drop a verse with ease
I give a fuck
Bitch you know the is second nature
With no pen and break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
have a money conversation
Four hundred from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's presidential
Please don't let Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still screaming Beautiful Mind
of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I just grew and to put you in your spot
and boodles of blue bags from Louis Vuitton
Getting with lawyers we have a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Poland Spring like a at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm 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 four seasons
In the red October thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling villainous vibe
Chilling with me and my
Gotta spit to survive
How long have I been
years and counting not including my momma 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
That fun
Spit artillery, a gunship
V's up we run
come around with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With on the board everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a breath here more
a freestyle let me redirect my intellect
Drop this shit for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
Wait up, y'all did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
I've been a fact
Hit you like then intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans know the album goin be crazy
it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
around and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets sell
Really, coming for Achilles
Put my own money this album, like half a millie
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did shit in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect (Sinatra)
a year on the album, who knows what to expect
This is

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !