Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga a message
Breathless, every morning was forced to skip on
Mama told me don't let these peasants throw at the king
tend to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting
is bigger than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But up and diss me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my body
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle niggas belly's will rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But y'all still on rap
all that
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna stay afloat be on a boat
I swear that I'm inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the
I was in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll move me
No sir, no ho, my homies 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 act, run that
Little punk rat, fuck it, punch
In the middle of Havana
Holding a hammer outside with
Better watch your around me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you niggas could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
competition that we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

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

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

[Verse 4:
Feeling this vibe
with me and my Tribe
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 until the tomb
Album coming soon watch the consume
I've on that real shit
That fun
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't come around with that dumb shit it's
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. spot hit you the heat rock goddamn
Bobby on the board everybody on the floor
Hold up let me a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my
Drop this just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause I'm in effect
hold up, y'all did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
Bitch I've a fact
Hit you like then intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the album goin be
Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat
the cover of XXL
Fuck and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own into this album, like half a millie
It's Logic, coming for neck no disrespect
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 knows what to
is Logic

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