Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7 (Freestyle)

Said I'm a fuckin'
A attack I haunt 'ya
Mastered the rap fucked up the monitors
Mastered that after that I went for
Popped em all,then popped in the jaw of Tracy
Holla back promised us
No pajamas insomnia will attack I attack pirahna does
Hit yo block like a comet , BLAHH! and you all what time it is
2012 'ya calendars calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger strip
Rock us Metallica; competition no talented
I'm in a jungle whats wild
Just might stumble a pack of lions
No my soilders dyin' this is Iraq
lining wit stars and bars of a prison wreck
My science applyin her strecher is needed pay the proceeds
Or your livin debt soft as a giga-pet
You niggas can't see me you watchin the tv or ultra huggin my silhouette
My flow got the wet
I spit til I feel my
Who sinkin my fuckin
She the fuckin best
my dick is the dick of death
Means I'm that pussy
Like whenever that Jerry slept
Dre
Me and the Giant 6'7 and climbin'
you storm to your climate
Whether your beat or rhyming
Bumpin Phyllis Hyman
Hand full of like Jay fans
On a wit Ray Bans
palmin' asses that probably came wit a great tan

I be the mother fuckin mecca of hub city spectrum
Where at I will disect them like a fucking frog rectum
Why you wreckin wit a reticle my flow incredible
They probably call the federal after I slaughter
Etcetera etcetera passin up Celicas
They tellin us about shit, high in ya mouth bitch
And Top Dawg can vouch
Nigga what you bout , about face wit outfits
The here
That mean the hustlers and the here
Penitence reachin pinacles of and despair and me I solemnly swear to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
difference is I ain't never askin Allah for it
Only is I be spazzin and still apply for it
Put me in a
I don't what's a sadder story
Guts and
Your pain bore me you ain't really it
I take you to a block where Crippin
Or Piru that 5'2 gun than the torso of Pippen
I been doin before you niggas ruined it
Show me somethin
You kissin dick or givin me distance
You live in a disrict of dimebags and I know your statistics
Who ya boss he more like my
Get lost have a egg and a
Break fast when we aimin biscuits
Pay cash ya chain come up missin, Q..Q
[Verse 2: Q]
Double up, shit, the fuck?
Get me some my poppin
Setbacks
Soon they
I jus lock and load
Target flowed im somewhere
got some swishers sweets
LA nigga east
Cheerin for the beats
X O henie the keys
Bangin C im B
Put them niggas to me
and focus get the lead
Im now let the hardest be
Ya all them dudes got ovaries.
Run on sentin im ventin
Air conditionin coolest
Ill
my panties shoot my semen
Still im cumin a runnin
I was learnin getting
Head is throbbin shes a
We be mobbin bitches
Stick and and she the business
Get a witness pussy
Yes a
off like a mission

Getting
a nigga
Rush a
a nigga
Crush a
Dust a nigga gon thrust a nigga
Heatin up the winnnin
Somethin to nigga
Hella sick I got a
Curse wit a verse like god me to kill the shit
Load the clip cops
The king
Bada bing by the ding a
hoover
Fing ring wit a clearin it wit visine
from bejing
Money maker cum she
the weak thats wing stop
At the wit rain drops

Space shuttle shittin on your car
Boy
at least got a saturn huh?
HiiiPoWer see our huh
on tracks like we never been free
22 squezze niggas off Cs
Please a nigga shot 16s
16s
Bieda bing, bing, bing, bing....