Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7 (Freestyle)

Said I'm a monster
A attack I haunt 'ya
the rap then fucked up the monitors
Mastered that that I went for thermometors
Popped em all,then popped in the jaw of Veronica
Holla they promised us
No pajamas insomnia attack I attack like pirahna does
Hit yo block like a comet , BLAHH! and you all know time it is
2012 mark 'ya calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger strip
Rock us Metallica; competition no talented
I'm in a whats wild enough
Just stumble upon a pack of lions
No lyin' my soilders dyin' this is
Alliances lining wit stars and bars of a prison
My applyin pressure her strecher is needed pay the proceeds
Or your livin debt y'all as a giga-pet
You niggas can't see me you watchin the tv or ultra huggin my silhouette
My got the ceiling wet
I spit til I feel my
Who my fuckin chest
She the fuckin best
Mean my dick is the dick of
Means I'm killin that
Like whenever that Jerry slept
Dre
Me and Andre the Giant 6'7 and
Whether you storm to climate
your beat makin or rhyming
Bumpin some Hyman
Hand full of diamonds like Jay
On a island wit Ray
Glasses palmin' asses probably came wit a great tan

I be the mother fuckin mecca of these hub spectrum
they at I will disect them like a fucking frog rectum
Why you wreckin wit a reticle my word flow
They probably call the after I slaughter several
Etcetera etcetera passin up Celicas
They us about shit, high power in ya mouth bitch
And Top can vouch bitch
Nigga what you , about face wit army outfits
The generals
mean the hustlers and the criminals here
Penitence reachin pinacles of life and despair and me I solemnly to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
difference is I ain't never askin Allah for it
Only difference is I be and still apply for it
Put me in a
I don't know a sadder story
and glory
Your pain me you ain't really lived it
I take you to a where they Crippin
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger the torso of Pippen
Bitch I been before you niggas ruined it
Show me different
You either kissin or givin me distance
You live in a disrict of dimebags and dummys I know statistics
Who ya boss he more like my
Get lost have a egg and a
Break when we aimin them biscuits
Pay when ya chain come up missin, Q..Q
2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Double up, shit, what the
Get me some my poppin
Setbacks
Soon watchin
I jus lock and load
Target flowed im blowed
Mary got some swishers
LA prolly east
Cheerin for the ragin
X O henie scrape the
Bangin C im B
Put niggas next to me
and focus get the lead
Im now let the hardest be
Ya all them dudes got ovaries.
Run on still im ventin
Air conditionin breeze
Ill
Grip my panties my semen
Still im cumin a runnin
I was getting knowledge
Head is throbbin shes a
We be over bitches
Stick and and she the business
Get a pussy frenchin
Yes a
off like a mission

Getting
Drop a
a nigga
Stomp a
Crush a
a nigga copperhead gon thrust a nigga
Heatin up the winnnin
Somethin to remember
Hella I got a spit
Curse wit a like god told me to kill the shit
the clip hecklin cops
The hoover
bing by the ding a ling
Natural
Fing ring wit a vision it wit visine
Asing from
Money maker cum she
Feed the weak wing stop
At the start wit drops

Space shittin on your car lots
Boy
Could at least got a saturn
see our patent huh
Workin on tracks we never been free
22 niggas shootin off Cs
thought a nigga shot 16s
16s
Bieda bing, bing, bing, bing....