Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous

[Verse 1:
on my shoulder, fuck 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 peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on no conscience
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker know Biggie was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my body
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
Ever of me stumble?
I was born in the jungle where niggas belly's will
Get checked for or mumble
But y'all still on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, merely
stay afloat be on a boat shit
I swear I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was in Miami, niggas'll smack your coofie
Just for coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, no ho, my homies ready to roll
Never the matter the chitter and
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little punk rat, it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
Holding a hammer outside pajamas
Better watch your around me
These surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches smoking 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 said he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting from bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, on my palm
I knew that we would up cause bitch we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a verse get Gs
Hit the studio drunk as but still drop a verse with ease
I give a fuck
Bitch you know the flow is second
no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

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

[Verse 4:
Feeling villainous vibe
Chilling with me and my
Gotta spit this to
How long I been alive?
years and counting not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here the tomb
Album coming watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on that real
That fun
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't come around that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. spot hit you the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board everybody on the
Hold up let me take a here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my
Drop this shit just for fun, all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
Wait up, y'all did get the Memo?
You Lumbergh is Initech
Bitch I've been a
Hit you like then intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the album be crazy
Spit it off the top and get like Pat Swayze
the cover of XXL
Fuck and then propel
coming soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money this album, like half a millie
It's Logic, coming for neck no disrespect
I did shit in two minutes or less
Spent a year on the album, who knows what to (Sinatra)
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect
is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !