Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this vibe
Feeling, feeling this villainous

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

Happy to my nigger doe

[Verse 2: C Dot
Imma be the guy that rap slow, nah
Dictating bitches smoking Cubans I'm
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 that he rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm brain from bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, world on my
I knew that we blow up cause bitch we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a verse get Gs
Hit the drunk as fuck but still drop a verse with ease
I don't a fuck
Bitch you know the flow is second
With no pen and break it down disintegrate a hater, wassup

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

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta this to survive
How have I been alive?
Twenty-four and counting not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here the tomb
Album coming soon the Rattpack consume
I've on that real shit
fun shit
Spit artillery, a gunship
V's up we run
Don't come with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat rock
With Bobby on the board on the floor
Hold up let me take a breath come more
a freestyle let me redirect my intellect
Drop shit just for fun, it's all over the internet
bitch I'm in effect
Wait hold up, y'all did get the
You Lumbergh rappers is
Bitch I've a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans know that the album goin be
Spit it off the top and get like Pat Swayze
the cover of XXL
Fuck and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets finna
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like half a
It's Logic, for their neck no disrespect
I did this shit in two or less
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect
This is

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
It's my !