Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, this villainous vibe

[Verse 1:
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga a message
Breathless, every morning was to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on with no
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, shit will 360
And must I my body count?
It's murderous, to be
Murder is to be
heard of me stumble?
I was in the jungle where niggas belly's will rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, ventilation
Tryna stay afloat be on a boat
I swear that I'm lost of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the
I was raised in Miami, smack your coofie
Just for acting coochie, your goofy never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies to roll
Never the matter the and chatter
I did it cause I can the flow
And comeback, a force fact
I'm not a act, run that
Little rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
Holding a outside with pajamas
Better watch your around me
These haters surround me, I swear it's
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the shit I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
bitches smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My is like the movie, and I'll be the director
And just to get a role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain from bitches that's dumb
Got punchlines like with the, world on my palm
I knew that we blow 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 drop a verse ease
I don't a fuck
Bitch you know the flow is second
With no pen and paper break it down a hater, wassup

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

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

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