Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] 2pac and biggie smalls? ?
goes nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
[Kane] cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get for the crown
let the place.. rock.. that ill shit
one two.. one two.. one two..
[Scoob] Brooklyn.. jfk, all my niggaz, richie,
Ready to get wreck, uhhh!
shit!
go scoob!

Check it, check it, it, check it
This here for the record
Here we here we here we go, here we we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
Well oh no, at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't
Don't give me no lip, give me no backtalk, yeah break north
Don't me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggaz my style, God dammit
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me it
like shaquille, oh you better kneel
When you see me comin, big got em runnin
Sex when I I catch wreck on the world tour
With dough in my big like the biscuits, in cb4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the
They pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better by me
do you like the first part in menace ii society
Like cypress hill, yo, I'm
I'll shoot a in your toe
I'll make you jump the house of pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
Bang biggy biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

biggie smalls, why don't you come do it?

b.i.g.]
One two, one two, gonna do it like
Brooklyn at, where Brooklyn at
Where at, where Brooklyn at
We do it like this
Anytime ready, check it

I got seven mack 11's, about eight
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You can't touch my
Even if you had mc and them 357 bitches
Biggie the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
That's how I got the spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the spread
gotti got the shotty to your body
So resist, or you might miss christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I give mc's the drippin
I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, to matteo
Now we smoke like Tony montana sniffed the llello
crazy blunts, mad l's
My voice from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, babies at they christening

motherfuckin biggie smalls!
[kane] what you do with it tupac?

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin finger
We gonna do shit like this
I thank the for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a for protection, from the barrel of a smith & wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a
in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A straight soldier, at the bustaz
No matter how you try, niggaz die
We just retaliate with hate, then we
You see me strikin the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
Thug motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me
Zig zaggin through the freeway, me nigga
In a high speed with the law
The realest motherfucker that you saw