Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
this villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, fuck is you ?
Swear to God our fathers playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, every morning was to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants throw at the king
Pawns tend to on with no conscience
non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But up and diss me, this 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
all that
I do this in my slumber, ventilation
Tryna stay afloat be on a shit
I that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or Nasir with the fatigue, I stifle, street's disciple
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 actions'll never me
No sir, needy no ho, my homies ready to
Never the matter the and chatter
I did it cause I can the flow
And comeback, here's a force
I'm not a dumb act, run
Little rat, fuck it, punch back
In the middle of Havana
a hammer outside with pajamas
Better watch your around me
These haters surround me, I it's unnecessary
Gambino, you niggas could never see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only that we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

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

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's a money conversation
Four thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Reagan's presidential arrangement
Please let this Pop kid take it back to the basement
I'm still here Beautiful Mind
of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I just and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags 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 just means I'm fucking to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the like I got no heaters
rolls at the damn four seasons
In the red October screaming you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling this vibe
Chilling me and my Tribe
Gotta spit this to
How long have I been
Twenty-four years and counting not my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and be here until the tomb
Album soon watch the Rattpack consume
I've been on that shit
fun shit
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
come around with that dumb shit it's scandalous
In the studio in Los
At No I.D. hit you with the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the everybody on the floor
Hold up let me a breath here come more
This a freestyle let me redirect my
Drop this shit just for fun, it's all over the
Cause I'm in effect
hold up, y'all did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
I've been a fact
Hit you like then intercept
it yo
See now all the real know that the album goin be crazy
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 finna sell
Really, for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, half a millie
It's Logic, coming for their neck no
I did this shit in two minutes or
Spent a year on the album, who what to expect (Sinatra)
Spent a year on the album, who knows to expect
is Logic

(Flawless Victory)
Happy to me motherfucker
my birthday !