Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling villainous vibe
Feeling, feeling villainous vibe

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

Happy to my nigger doe

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

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a conversation
Four hundred thousand from that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's presidential
Please don't let this Pop kid take it back to the
I'm still here screaming Beautiful
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical
So I just and decided to put you in your spot
Ooodles and 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 to pop charts I'm doing the crime
And that just means I'm fucking dope to you and mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the like I got no heaters
Spring rolls at the four seasons
In the red screaming thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
Feeling this vibe
with 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 be here until the tomb
Album coming soon watch the Rattpack
been on that real shit
That fun
Spit artillery, like a
V's up we run
Don't come around with that dumb shit scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat rock
With Bobby on the everybody on the floor
Hold up let me take a breath here come
This a let me redirect my intellect
this shit just for fun, it's all over the internet
Cause bitch I'm in
hold up, y'all did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
Bitch been a fact
Hit you like then intercept
it yo
See now all the real fans that the album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat
From the of XXL
Fuck around and then
Tour soon man I know the tickets finna sell
Really, coming for everybody's
Put my own money into this album, half a millie
Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect
I did shit in two minutes or less
Spent a on the album, who knows what to expect (Sinatra)
a year on the album, who knows what to expect
This is

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