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 I went for thermometors
Popped em all,then popped in the jaw of Tracy
Holla they promised us
No pajamas insomnia attack I attack like pirahna does
Hit yo block like a , BLAHH! and you all know what time it is
2012 'ya calendars calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger strip
Rock with us Metallica; no talented
I'm in a jungle wild enough
Just stumble upon a pack of lions
No lyin' my soilders this is Iraq
Alliances lining wit stars and bars of a wreck
My applyin pressure her strecher is needed pay the proceeds
Or your livin debt y'all soft as a
You niggas can't see me unless you watchin the tv or ultra huggin my
My got the ceiling wet
I spit til I my breath
Who my fuckin chest
She fuckin the best
Mean my dick is the dick of
Means I'm killin pussy
Spike whenever that Jerry slept
Dre
Me and Andre the Giant 6'7 and
you storm to your climate
Whether beat makin or rhyming
some Phyllis Hyman
Hand full of like Jay fans
On a island wit Ray
Glasses palmin' that probably came wit a great tan

I be the mother mecca of these hub city spectrum
Where they at I will disect them a fucking frog rectum
Why you wreckin wit a reticle my flow incredible
They probably call the federal after I slaughter
Etcetera Bentley passin up Celicas
They tellin us about shit, high power in ya mouth
And Top Dawg can bitch
Nigga what you bout , about face wit army
The here
That the hustlers and the criminals here
Penitence pinacles of life and despair and me I solemnly swear to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
Only difference is I never askin Allah for it
Only difference is I be and still apply for it
Put me in a
I don't know what's a sadder
and glory
Your pain me you ain't really lived it
I take you to a where they Crippin
Or Piru 5'2 gun bigger than the torso of Pippen
Bitch I doin before you niggas ruined it
Show me different
You either dick or givin me distance
You live in a disrict of dimebags and dummys I know your
Who ya boss he like my assisstant
Get have a egg and a biscuit
Break fast we aimin them biscuits
Pay cash when ya chain up missin, Q..Q
[Verse 2: Q]
Double up, shit, the fuck?
Get me some my poppin
Setbacks
Soon watchin
I jus and load explode
Target flowed im somewhere
got some swishers sweets
LA prolly east
Cheerin for the ragin
X O scrape the keys
C im bangin B
Put them niggas to me
Stop and focus get the
Im now let the hardest be
Ya all them got ovaries. PERIOD
Run on sentin still im
Air conditionin breeze
Ill
my panties shoot my semen
Still im cumin miles a
I was getting knowledge
Head is throbbin shes a
We be mobbin over
Stick and miss and she the
Get a pussy frenchin
Yes a
Poppin off a mission

Getting
a nigga
Rush a
Stomp a
Crush a
Dust a copperhead gon thrust a nigga
Heatin up the nigga
to remember nigga
Hella I got a spit
Curse wit a verse god told me to kill the shit
Load the clip hecklin
The hoover
bing by the ding a ling
Natural
ring wit a vision clearin it wit visine
Asing bejing
maker cum she cream
Feed the weak thats stop
At the start wit drops

Space shittin on your car lots
Boy
at least got a saturn huh?
HiiiPoWer see our huh
Workin on tracks like we been free
22 niggas shootin off Cs
Please thought a nigga 16s
16s
Bieda bing, bing, bing, bing....