Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, this villainous vibe

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

Happy to my nigger doe

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

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's a money conversation
Four hundred thousand Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
don't let this Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still screaming Beautiful Mind
of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I just grew and to put you in your spot
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Louis
Getting money with lawyers we have a Jew of a
With liquor in a Poland like a Junior at prom
Yes I to pop charts I'm doing the crime
And that just 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 damn four
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

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

(Flawless Victory)
Happy to me motherfucker
my birthday !