Luyện nghe bài hát 6'7 (Freestyle)

Said I'm a fuckin'
A attack I haunt 'ya
Mastered the rap fucked up the monitors
Mastered that after that I for thermometors
Popped em all,then popped in the jaw of Tracy
Holla back they us
No pajamas insomnia will attack I attack pirahna does
Hit yo block like a , BLAHH! and you all know what time it is
2012 mark 'ya calendars calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger
Rock with us Metallica; no talented
I'm in a jungle whats enough
Just might upon a pack of lions
No lyin' my dyin' this is Iraq
Alliances lining wit stars and of a prison wreck
My science pressure her strecher is needed pay the proceeds
Or livin debt y'all soft as a giga-pet
You niggas see me unless you watchin the tv or ultra huggin my silhouette
My got the ceiling wet
I spit til I my breath
Who my fuckin chest
She the fuckin best
Mean my dick is the dick of
Means I'm killin that
Like whenever that Jerry slept
Dre
Me and the Giant 6'7 and climbin'
Whether you to your climate
your beat makin or rhyming
Bumpin Phyllis Hyman
Hand full of like Jay fans
On a island wit Ray
Glasses palmin' asses that probably wit a great tan

I be the mother mecca of these hub city spectrum
Where at I will disect them like a fucking frog rectum
Why you wreckin wit a reticle my word incredible
They probably call the after I slaughter several
etcetera Bentley passin up Celicas
They tellin us about shit, power in ya mouth bitch
And Top Dawg can bitch
Nigga what you bout , about face wit army
The generals
mean the hustlers and the criminals here
Penitence reachin pinacles of life and despair and me I swear to handle mine like a Taliban and die for it
Only difference is I never askin Allah for it
Only difference is I be and still apply for it
Put me in a
I know what's a sadder story
and glory
Your bore me you ain't really lived it
I take you to a block where Crippin
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger the torso of Pippen
Bitch I been before you niggas ruined it
Show me somethin
You either dick or givin me distance
You live in a disrict of dimebags and dummys I your statistics
Who ya boss he more my assisstant
Get lost have a egg and a
Break when we aimin them biscuits
Pay cash when ya come up missin, Q..Q
2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Double up, shit, what the
Get me some my poppin
droppin
Soon they
I jus lock and explode
Target flowed im blowed
got some swishers sweets
LA prolly east
Cheerin for the beats
X O henie the keys
C im bangin B
Put niggas next to me
and focus get the lead
Im now let the hardest be
Ya all them dudes got ovaries.
Run on sentin im ventin
Air conditionin coolest
Ill
my panties shoot my semen
Still im cumin miles a
I was learnin knowledge
Head is throbbin shes a
We be mobbin over
Stick and and she the business
Get a pussy frenchin
Yes a
Poppin off like a

Getting
Drop a
a nigga
Stomp a
Crush a
Dust a copperhead gon thrust a nigga
Heatin up the winnnin
to remember nigga
Hella I got a spit
wit a verse like god told me to kill the shit
Load the clip cops
The hoover
Bada bing by the ding a
hoover
Fing wit a vision clearin it wit visine
from bejing
Money maker cum she
Feed the weak wing stop
At the start wit rain

Space shittin on your car lots
Boy
Could at least got a huh?
see our patent huh
Workin on like we never been free
22 niggas shootin off Cs
Please thought a shot 16s
16s
Bieda bing, bing, bing, bing....