Luyện nghe bài hát 24 (Freestyle)

[Hook:
Feeling this villainous
Feeling, this villainous vibe

1: QuEst]
Chip on my shoulder, is you sayin' ?
Swear to God our fathers were playing relate a message
Breathless, morning was forced to skip on breakfast
Mama told me don't let these peasants rocks at the king
tend to carry on with no conscience
Straight non-sense, pay homage or K's vomit,
Fucker wanna know was making certain while niggas was getting iffy
Heart is than derrières of Vicky and Nicki
But fuck up and diss me, shit will 360
And must I my body count?
murderous, to be humble
Murder is to be
Ever heard of me
I was born in the jungle where niggas will rumble
Get checked for thinking or
But still stuck on rap
all that
I do this in my slumber, ventilation
Tryna stay afloat be on a shit
I swear that I'm lost inside of the spirit of Biggie back in his
Or with the fatigue, I felt stifle, street's disciple
My raps are trifle, I shoot for my...you get the picture
I was raised in Miami, niggas'll smack coofie
for acting coochie, your goofy actions'll never move me
No sir, no ho, my homies ready to roll
Never the matter the chitter and
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, punch
In the of Little Havana
Holding a hammer with pajamas
Better watch grammar around me
These surround me, I swear it's unnecessary
Gambino, you childish niggas could never see the 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 that rap slow, nah
bitches smoking Cubans I'm Castro
My life is like the movie, and I'll be the
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 dumb
Got punchlines like prom 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 studio drunk as fuck but still drop a with ease
I give a fuck
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
hundred thousand from Eminem that's a payment
Kennedy Reagan's arrangement
Please don't let this Pop kid take it to the basement
I'm still here Beautiful Mind
Sick of the noodles of rhyme in all my cubical
So I just grew and decided to put you in your
Ooodles and boodles of blue bags from Vuitton
Getting money with we have a Jew of a time
liquor in a Poland Spring like a Junior at prom
Yes I chose to pop charts I'm the crime
And that just 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 four seasons
In the red October thank you Yeezus

[Verse 4:
this villainous vibe
Chilling with me and my
Gotta spit to survive
How long have I been
Twenty-four years and counting not including my womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be 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 it's scandalous
In the in Los Angeles
At No I.D. spot hit you the heat rock goddamn
With Bobby on the board on the floor
Hold up let me take a 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
Wait up, y'all did get the Memo?
You rappers is Initech
Bitch I've been a
Hit you like Hiroshima intercept
it yo
See now all the real know that the album goin be crazy
Spit it off the top and get dirty like Pat
From the of XXL
around and then propel
Tour coming soon man I know the tickets sell
Really, coming for everybody's
Put my own money into this album, like half a
It's Logic, coming for 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 to me motherfucker
It's my !