Luyện nghe bài hát 1996 Fat Beats Freestyle

Yo it's the Shore Drive
it live, tight, raw
You better hurry up, they keep it in the store
To be the format, whole style on one beat
Insert the disk, a nigga press delete
Tryna your technique
You gettin' with a TEC, that shit is mad ironic
Like Morisette, you try but can't jet
Bunch of airline lyrics, rhymes for low
Flyin' out of
While no-name ass niggas wanna go there, nobodies
Livin' three blocks from nowhere, down the street nothin'
Let me show these niggas somethin', visual aid, the
And the nigga who fronted, word to God, they don't it
But they wanna play the role, actin'
Watch the whole career, flow, my is too cold
Always, forever like Luther, but it ain't
Because I stole it from the future, now I'm in three centuries
The verbal killin', ask me I got the style
'em from my grandchildren, put it on files
Document it in the
You can't see me so cease the hard looks
rather it get took
Live and die for rhymes, to hip-hop
Shit don't
Niggas they wanna know what and next
And you up in a Lex
That's the train stop, my brain drop mad
I rhyme with the spirit off the top, I nonstop
Verbally killin', my style is to willin'
niggas stay back chillin'
Like y'all niggas ain't seein' me, what
enormous, nah, do or die
I got the rhymes on the
They to bomb me on the plane so I rode the train
Before I got [?]
I'm 'bout to save this shit, yo my year, what!?
Bring it on, pass it to my man
the mic all week