Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this vibe
Feeling, feeling this vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers playing nigga relate a message
Breathless, every was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama me don't let these peasants throw rocks at the king
Pawns tend to carry on no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay or K's vomit, verbal
Fucker wanna know Biggie was making certain while niggas was iffy
Heart is bigger derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But up and diss me, this shit will 360
And must I mention my count?
It's murderous, to be
Murder is to be
Ever heard of me
I was born in the jungle niggas belly's will rumble
Get for thinking or mumble
But y'all stuck on rap
all that
I do in my slumber, merely ventilation
Tryna afloat be on a boat shit
I swear I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his lumberjack
Or with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple
My are trifle, I shoot slugs for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll 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 fact
I'm not a act, run that
Little punk rat, fuck it, back
In the middle of Little
Holding a hammer outside with
watch your grammar around me
These haters me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could see the shit that I do
VMG, yes VMG
Only competition we see is TDE

Happy birthday to my doe

2: C Dot Castro]
Imma be the guy rap slow, sike nah
Dictating smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My life is like the movie, and be the director
And to get a small role, got bitches acting extra
I wrote this verse in one minute cause Bobby said he wants rhymes
Intelligent, but I'm getting brain bitches that's dumb fine
Got punchlines like prom with the, on my palm
I knew that we would blow up bitch we be the bomb
Rattpack out to get the cheese, drop a verse get Gs
Hit the studio 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 paper break it down a hater, wassup

[Verse 3: Jon
Let's have a money
Four hundred from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's presidential
Please don't let this Pop kid it back to the basement
I'm here screaming Beautiful Mind
of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical grind
So I just grew and decided to put you in your
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Louis
money with 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 just means I'm fucking dope to you and your mom
in the summer, AC on freezing
Working in the winter like I got no
Spring rolls at the damn four
In the red October screaming thank you

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

(Flawless Victory)
Happy birthday to me
my birthday !