Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous 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 peasants rocks at the king
Pawns tend to on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain niggas was getting iffy
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, shit will 360
And must I mention my count?
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
Ever heard of me
I was born in the jungle where niggas will rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But y'all still on rap
Fuck all
I do this in my slumber, merely
stay afloat be on a boat shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's
My are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack coofie
Just for acting coochie, your actions'll never move me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to
Never the matter the and chatter
I did it cause I can machete the
And comeback, here's a fact
I'm not a act, run that
Little punk rat, it, punch back
In the of Little Havana
Holding a hammer outside pajamas
Better watch your grammar me
These haters surround me, I swear unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the that I do
VMG, yes VMG
competition that we see is TDE

Happy to my nigger doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy rap slow, sike nah
Dictating bitches smoking I'm Castro
My life is like the movie, and I'll be the
And just to get a small role, got bitches extra
I wrote this verse in one minute Bobby said that he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm brain 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 get fifty Gs
Hit the studio as fuck but still drop a verse with ease
I don't give a
Bitch you know the is second nature
no pen and paper break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a money
Four hundred from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take it back to the
I'm still screaming Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of in all my cubical grind
So I just and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Vuitton
Getting money with lawyers we a Jew of a time
With liquor in a Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop I'm doing the crime
And just means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the like I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the four seasons
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

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

(Flawless Victory)
Happy to me motherfucker
my birthday !