Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got slugs for
No love for
thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger
I got a rep that police jet
to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith
Is Big L slow? no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I got no hotel dough
I'm for yoking jacks
And beatin them smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with backs and open caps
So with bullshit, step to the rear son
The last you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I men like lightning
You see what happened in my last fight
then
I beat kids with pipes
I leave a of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran red lights
Old get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug
And we live by the street rules that created
Clowns get smoked a thousand volts
For selling of coke
Front in town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about to get soon
I'm to blast a goon
And a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty
I a shotty near
It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti
I'm know to roast
Until the is ghost
I own the most
I'm leaving comatose
and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole lynched
I started smoking dust and insane since
This rap shit was a gift
The night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead lift
All through high I had braids
I mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef
my techniques great
And I'm the police hate in each state
Cause I'm the lamper
brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my makes a pow sound
I'm a whyle town
You know my clown, so bow down

(Jay-Z)
Brothers can beg and
Still sorrow
When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in ass
luck tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never you rush
You need down, or get your ass tore down
it out, I'm too cocky
To me, you gotta kill me
And I'm gone, you can still feel me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens
Even if they let me in Heaven
I raise hell, till its
Recognize, the black cat the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting like missiles
As projected, all ho's affected by this
I mack like Goldie, go back the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B wearin hoodies
They don't be knowin the way I be
When I be goin, I be the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the scheme
The way that you do things wit a and have em rockin like...
You say never you run, if ever you
It's never you run so fast in your life to have won
Come on and ride the
I be producing like
Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow wisdom
For greater
I'm landing and
Knocking sense into those that me, ha
Enticin when slicing through
Your screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's
And God he can rap
Me and L put on the map
So him his dap
And me, I take mine
Gimme those, this, gimme that, fuck that
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes see no less
Jigga
Even my is federal
Like kidnapping, and corruption
So you know, me will never come
a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, cause bowels to
When I'm creeping through your hood with a little dudes
Um. We're the peace like
I make your eyes rise yeast
Surprise, I no fear when facing y'all
lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Emcee's to be the best
And even in dying, couldn't be def (death)
I see no to stop cheesin
Ever since L said "Throw g's in"
And we can get down and split the
That's when I found I do it myself
I get up

(Big L)
My crew be deliverin hot lead when are clenched
Rappers I and lynch
can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap events
Big L is the nigga you
To wreck in any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my haven't met yet
I'm feeling like Billy
My rap style is past
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass
I probably got your strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie
My clan plans to get hung
Never had a gassed
Got loot I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma your fagot ass half-dead
I stomp white till the life stops
For a low hops
my blood is colder than an ice box
On you don't want a block war
Cause my crew kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And time a mack eleven bucks
I'm killing at least ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist
All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Right
So we can be a couple hun
love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
And clown emcee's I be quick
I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin
I ran up on this nigga Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry jack but get up out of
My 38 works great, so make a and hesitate
I can't to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to I was speakin
He started
So I left him sleepin with his leaking

Aight, to my man Jay-Z

(Jay-Z)
As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a
And no I don't have it, I get it together like a
I'm seeking all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and
Y'all don't understand, well, god-damn, you know my status
I'm the fattest, mmmm that is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
No need to explain my name, the only thing matters
For suckers who bite me, they I'm a bit much to swallow
Your thinking that's hollow, the is too rugged to follow
I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, bam
Let me take a breath...god damn
The kid is a
I'm definitely destined to make digits
Met up with L on the road to
As as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
Whatever I touch, whatever I
You know I'm end ya, uh
The nigga don't play, hey, the don't play, hey
Hahahhhh, here I a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in
Niggaz are do ducking I'm boo buckin, it I'm whyle
But a boo boo boo bam, what you niggaz do to the man?
I see you brought little crew... and?
I'm comin with velocity, check it out
Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't of the clowns fuckin around
Ain't none of clowns standing their
the crowned prince of the underground
Sounds I'm ready to catch wreck now
The heats on now
Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next
Punk, up and get beat down
Check it out, it out, check it out
Ladies be comin out of their now
Shit I got crazy
It's a pity the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the
dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty
I got rhythm, I, hit em rhythm, I
Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them
J-A, baby, baby please, g's
Baby, baby, wit ease
Jay-Z get crazy G's