Freestyle Rap Lyrics for Practice
Freestyle rap is an art form that not many can master, yet it remains one of the single most important factors that separates the best rappers in the game from all the rest.
Forget having the hottest beats or crafting the perfect image, and don’t even think about making millions of dollars, at least not yet. Those things are certainly important, but being able to drop a fire freestyle is what will get the attention of the true hip-hop heads.
Those hip-hop heads are the ones who will tell all their hip-hop loving friends about you. They will tune in at every drop, waiting to hear what you’re going to come up with next.
Learning how to freestyle rap takes effort, but with enough practice you can make it look easy.
To hone your skills, we recommend pulling up a few of your favorite beats on Youtube and seeing what you can come up with. For hours.
Many rappers also get into reading books to improve their vocabulary, and some even study dictionaries and thesauruses.
Another great way is to listen to the legends and try to figure out how they did it. There are many incredible freestyle rappers out there already, and studying their techniques will help you come up with your own unique style.
At first you can even straight-up copy some of the legends by memorizing their verses, or parts of them, to work on your flow.
To help with this we’ve gathered some excellent freestyle rap lyrics so you can get some practice. See verses about life, love, haters, money, and hoes below.
Freestyle Lyrics About Life
Biggie was a natural talent, freestyling on the streets since he was a kid. There’s a famous video of him rapping on the streets in Brooklyn way back in 1989, and he spit some fire completely off the dome.
The Notorious B.I.G. – Block Party Freestyle (1989)
Yes it’s me, the B.I.G
The Notorious B.I.G. – Block Party Freestyle
Competition ripper ever since 13
Used to steal clothes was considered a thief
Until I started hustlin’ on Fulton Street
Makin’ loot, knockin’ boots on the regular
Pass the microphone I’m the perfect competitor
Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
Chumps steppin’ to me, that’s where they took a FALL at!
B.I.G. without burner, that’s unheard of
I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner
Quick to smother, a punk motherf*cker
Undercover, word to mother, I’m above ya
And I love ya, cause you’re a sweet bitch
A crazy crab, the type to make my dick itch
I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta
B.I.G. is a born trooper
Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta
Stay dipped, and I’m not a booster
So what’cha got to say? This mackin’ word is bond
There’s no other assumption, I got it going on
I’m not conceited, my friends tell me this
Even my mother, be noddin’ her head to this
Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
Live in action, guaranteed RAW (dumb ass n*gga)
Freestyle Lyrics About Love
Not many rappers freestyle about love, as freestyles are usually a competitive thing or a flex. However, Jay-Z has been known to drop a loving freestyle, like this one he did on stage with Mary J. Blige in 2004.
Jay-Z – “I Need Love” Freestyle (2004)
When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall
Jay-Z “I Need Love” Freestyle
But in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
Telling me I eeed a girl who’s as sweet as a dove
But f*ck that my mame HOV and you know I’m a thug
So if you stuck off love I suggest you get over it
Ma cry me a river build a bridge and get over It
They love it when I’m hard on hoes
They said a G don’t give a bitch no keys or security codes
I agree my lady ain´t no bitch she get whatever I own
So when you see understand thats me n*gga
Understand I’m still the same OG n*gga
I know the difference between a bitch and a B, n*gga
Freestyle Lyrics About Haters
Method Man has always been the king of annihilating haters, along with the rest of the Wu-Tang Clan. Look around you today and you’ll find that there are no Wu-Tang haters left on this earth. Method Man’s BET Rapcity Freestyle is one example of why that is.
Method Man – BET Rapcity Freestyle (2010)
Yeah, Mr. Meth AKA John John phenomenon
Method Man – BET Rapcity Freestyle
AKA Alicia Keys boyfriend in the video, here we go
Yo, yo, yo, oh shit lo and behold
Rza and Meth got another ninja scroll
Man I injure foes, send chills down their spines
Like I’m December cold, never bend or fold
Like a wallet. Can’t call it, can’t pretend to know
Whack shit, turn my back on it like a friend that stole
Been in the game ten years, I got ten to go
It’s the prince and the dark knight let’s begin day-O
Call me mister low maintenance
Tell them ho’s I’m like a doctor that lost his license
I got no patients, I got time for wasting
If you ain’t fam you ain’t relating
These hating hot dog rappers is baking
Without love, like a stoner without bud
Your ass is as flat as a soda without suds
Who got the nerve to think that Meth can’t rhyme
Put a nine to your skull and get that out your mind, mind
Yes! Uh oh! Like Lumi Dee
If Meth ain’t that shit by now I’m soon to be
When I choke hold mics I don’t give’em room to breathe
I’m just doing me, but girl if you’re fine I’ll do you free
By now if you don’t know who it be, don’t make me tell
Just know I killer Mike like that kid from ATL
If you fail to plan, baby plan to fail
See my game ugly … like Sam Cassel
I’m so funky I can’t even stand the smell
Come on, life’s a drag, roll it up and inhale
Don’t get comfy, I cramp your style like a monthly
Even Demi Moore need more than Ashton Kutcher to punk me
My 4-5 bars, just one shot’ll clear the block
Like it’s time for 106 & Park
Staten Island dropping your ass, we mean business
My gun’ll put a shot in your ass
Like free clinics
Freestyle Lyrics About Money
Everybody raps about money, but there’s something about Wiz Khalifa’s laid-back style that makes his money raps so entertaining. His 2008 ATL Freestyle is short and sweet, filled with clever rhymes that are great for freestyle rap practice.
Wiz Khalifa – ATL Freestyle (2008)
Sayin lifes good so im livin great
Wiz Khalifa – ATL Freestyle
Call me outta town shawty er’y week a different state
3 cell phones, pennsylvania plates
On a four month march, tryna get my money straight (money straight)
I’m bout cake – to keep the world turnin
Hundred thousand dolla earnin while im big blunt burnin
But to these hoes im a pimp like iceberg
Prolly hurt ya feelins if I told ya what the ice worth
A couple grand, i’ll hitcha with a nice verse
Kush when I land mix it in when I light purp
And I like purp – I f*cks with kush more
N*ggas talkin reckless I expect thats what the hoods for
What up hazelwood? n*gga ooh woop
I’m a rapper’s fear, I’m in your ear like a blue tooth
And my money old (old) but my shoes new
All them carats got ur girl open like a moon roof
N*gga who you? n*gga who we?
We the taylor gang – they be like ooh weee
They be like who he? thats young khalifa man
Flyer than the ceilin fan ooh he gotta group of fans
I keep them groupie hoes yeah I gotta group of dough
All up in my pocket I dont needa wallet
Rubberband poppin ya’ll n*ggas ain’t gettin stacks
Might as well sit back n relax
N watch what we doin dont watch me
Watch flava love or somethin on tv
Cuz this is tv n*gga HD u can’t afford me
Freestyle Lyrics About Hoes
You’d be hard-pressed to find a Lil Wayne song that doesn’t mention hoes. He’s also known to rap off the dome almost 100% of the time, so anytime you’re listening to Lil Wayne, there’s a good chance you’re listening to a freestyle. We chose his “Racks” freestyle for this one, from his 2014 mixtape Sorry 4 the Wait.
Lil Wayne – “Racks” Freestyle (2014)
I can’t f*ck with ho n*ggas, I can’t trust these hoes neither
Lil Wayne – “Racks” Freestyle
Wake up early in the mornin’, eat that pussy like cold pizza
Hatin’-ass n*ggas be baller blocking, actin’ like some goalkeepers
There’s a reason for everything, but my n*ggas kill for no reason
Camo shorts with a ho-beater, all-black hoodie, I’m Grim Reaper
Look like it’s time for spring cleaning
Brand-new spanking street sweeper
Been in the game, I’m knee deeper
I like good head, I like good reefer
All my n*ggas strapped and ready to set it off, Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum, split Swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald Trump, double-barrel on that pump
This kush I got ain’t no chump, get stupid and get stomped
Two guns, I call ’em Kriss Kross, Kriss Kross’ll make you jump
Gotta do what a n*gga gotta do
Got goons, I ain’t even gotta shoot
Got a bunch of bad bitches by the pool, I like my bitches in twos
Gotta go, I stick it and move, G-code, I stick to the rules
Last night I got so high I swear to God I went to the moon
I’m on that shit you can’t get nowhere
You pussy boy, don’t go there
If I don’t do nothing I’mma ball, no hair
Smoking on that “Oh yeah,” my n&ggas tote that hardware
What you ’bout, whoadie? My n&ggas ’bout that warfare
Real n&gga since day one ’cause I ain’t promised day two
Throw that pussy at me, bitch, I think I’m Babe Ruth
Drop-top Maybach on the way, yeah, that’s that new Landaulet
She let me into her jungle, I’m gonna hit her with that rattlesnake
Guns clap like patty-cake, Blood gang red bandanna face
Make them pussies pop they self, you can call that “masturbate”
I don’t front, don’t fabricate, I get high, I gravitate
Weezy F. Baby, bitch, the “F” is for Fascinate
Louisiana, I’m from that swamp, I’ma pull this bitch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump, f*ck you and where you from
Three, Two, I am the One, job well done
I ball 24/7, 3-6-5, twelve months
What’s up Redbone? What’s up Caramel?
Come to Wayne’s World, it’s a fairy tale
Yeah I’m high, bitch; bitch, I parasail
Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait
Don’t feel bad if you can’t nail the flow or wordplay of these artists right away. All of the rappers who are big today started at the very bottom and worked their way to the top. Everybody starts somewhere, and with enough practice you just might climb your way up there too.
Keep grinding, and send us anything cool you make!