Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our were playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, morning was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting
Heart is bigger than derrières of and Nicki
But fuck up and me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my body
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the where niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for or mumble
But still stuck on rap
all that
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna stay afloat be on a boat
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack 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 I can machete 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 pajamas
watch your grammar around me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you niggas could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

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

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

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

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