Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing nigga relate a
Breathless, every morning was forced to on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these throw rocks at the king
tend to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was iffy
Heart is bigger than derrières of Vicky and
But fuck up and me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my count?
It's murderous, to be
is to be humble?
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But still stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, ventilation
Tryna stay be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack coofie
for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my ready to roll
Never the the chitter and chatter
I did it I can machete the flow
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, fuck it, punch
In the of Little Havana
a hammer outside with pajamas
Better your grammar around me
haters surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you niggas could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
competition that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

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

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's a money conversation
Four hundred thousand from Eminem a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take it to the basement
I'm still here Beautiful Mind
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 from Louis Vuitton
Getting money lawyers we have a Jew of a time
liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm the crime
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 damn four
In the red October screaming thank you

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta spit to survive
How long I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here until the
Album coming watch the Rattpack consume
I've on that real shit
That fun
artillery, like a gunship
V's up we run
Don't come around with dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With on the board everybody on the floor
up let me take a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me my intellect
Drop shit just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause I'm in effect
Wait hold up, 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 goin be crazy
it off the top and get dirty like Pat Swayze
From the of XXL
Fuck and then propel
coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's
Put my own money into this album, half a millie
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did this in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect
This is

(Flawless Victory)
Happy to me motherfucker
my birthday !