Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got slugs for
No for bitches
Puttin thugs in
When my trigger itches
I got a rep that police jet
Known to get a wet
I never beg for like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I got no hotel dough
I'm known for jacks
And beatin them with gats
Leavin token blacks with broken backs and caps
So with that bullshit, 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 happened in my last fight friend?
then
I beat with lead pipes
I leave a of dead mic's
Where I'm from, jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get and raided
Crimes are drug
And we by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get about a thousand volts
For selling of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your
I'm tellin you is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a
And a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your stare
I keep a near
It's the nigga with notty who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to
Until the is ghost
Props I own the
I'm niggaz comatose
and get your brain pinched
Big L will have whole gang lynched
I smoking dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great
The other night some snake
And got a hot face lift
All through high school I had
I mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef
Cause my great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each
I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's
Cops drop when my makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle
You know my style clown, so bow

(Jay-Z)
Brothers can beg and
Still feel
Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass
Better luck
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you
You need slow down, or get your ass down
Check it out, I'm too
To stop me, you kill me
And I'm gone, you can still feel me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the well
Even if won't let me in Heaven
I hell, till its Heaven
Recognize, the black cat the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, game like missiles
As projected, all ho's affected by style
I mack Goldie, go back like the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin
They be knowin the way I be flowin
When I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse
I disrupt the natural
The way you do things wit a swing and have em rockin like...
You say you run, if ever you come
never you run so fast in your life to never have won
Come on and the rhythm
I be like jizm
Just like the gods I start with and follow with wisdom
For understanding
I'm blows and
Knocking sense into those oppose me, ha
when slicing through tracks
Your screaming, "Jesus Christ," back
And God he can rap
Me and L put on the map
So him his dap
And me, I take mine
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes see no less
incredible
Even my thoughts is
Like kidnapping, extortion and
So you know, beatin me never come
a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, cause to move
When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little
Um. We're the peace like
I your eyes rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when y'all
Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing
Emcee's trying to be the
And even in dying, couldn't be def (death)
I see no reason to cheesin
Ever L said "Throw three g's in"
And we can get down and the wealth
when I found I could do it myself
I get up

(Big L)
My crew be hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the in rap events
Big L is the you expect
To catch wreck in any cassette
I'm so ahead of my time, my haven't met yet
I'm feeling like Bathgate
My rap is past great
I love to a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got your mommy
hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get hung
had a gassed head
Got loot cause I bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat fagot ass half-dead
I stomp white cops till the life
For a low price
Cause my blood is colder an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't want a war
Cause my will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And time a mack eleven bucks
I'm killing at seven ducks
I never was a follower of Butts
The bitch I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a hun
love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
And clown emcee's I be attacking
I'm on some rappin and some car jackin shit
I ran up on this name Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry but get up out of that
My 38 works great, so a mistake and hesitate
I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel
He didn't listen to I was speakin
He reaching
So I left him sleepin his temple leaking

Aight, back to my man

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