Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

New York City, you are now in to America's # 1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction with America's # 1 DJ, Flex
In collaboration with America's, me, #1 independent rap label

And now I'm accompanied by greatness

My man Rell's in the building, BX borough. Uhh-huh
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the of writer's
Right now, I don't know where Santana's out, he probably in
Act up homie. told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put work on they block. Sell than they sell
I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go homie
I'm in the wings for somebody to act stupid. I'm right here
You heard. I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be
I think I'm go with something this year. I'm go with

[Hook: J.R. Writer and
Yo! We Guerrilla breathin', we breeding
It's the Dips, get the drift, This is Killa
Watch him kill the season, checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya decks ready
We Guerrilla breathin', Season
Feel the Evening, Season
Watch him kill the paid checks heavy
It's Diplomat Records get ya tape ready

Say cats did I hang with, slang with, bang bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it lane to the banquet
Live the borough where Rich Porter became Rich
Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for your
The clips change, obtain bricks, bricks
Bricks exchanged, throw the kid some
Look homeboy, I trying to get no names
Must of sniffed cocaine, at my Diplo chain
The biscuit turn you to mixed with shrimp lo mein
Old just stop and say "it's yo thang"
Can't deny 'em, down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, listen in, and get some cash
kiss my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass
Back in my zone homes, get ya mind
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah the twilight
It's the of my life
Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head I like
Ten on the dope, ten beside knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's night
And they tied tight, my ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

J.R. Writer]
You gotta feel the heathen, we breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Season
Watch him the season, paid checks heavy
King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
You gotta feel the heathen, we breathin'
the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks

That's 1 and out, let's go, keep it moving. That's 1 song
I mean let's go, you to get... I mean Hell Rell you ain't say nothing that song
Let's go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. That's 1 down
That's heat rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. 'em up
I'm come back in a minute. Ya'll get

[Hell

we got this man
Let me hear a hook on

[Hook: J.R.
It's kind of hard to doubt that we a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now tuned in to the Out
Slash the to ride, you ain't never heard of fly
Call it how you want in my G's is certified

Rell]
Yo I slow y'all to death
These hustlers like they coke hard to stretch
Any wanting me to put cash in they purse
Like they wrote of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the
Plus I hold a welfare card cause how I work
I'm bout to buy a Aston Martin, you in the trunk
Be at the Funk Flex show, you in the trunk
If they said I do it, they put me to the test
But I proved to all them suckers I was of success
Teacher said I was a uhh, was time in her class
It was more like she was wasting mine, I had dimes on the ave
Mamma said I was a dead shot up in a can
Nope, got it popping with Cam, up in a like Shabam
But why they knocking man, cause of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause they got at Japan
Damn, man I know he a gangsta, and he pop his
He supposed to be dead or locked up why he got a
He was just shooting a uzi, now he shooting a
And all his starting to act like groupies
I slow flowed to death
These hustlers acting like my flow hard to
Man Diplomats we the strongest
On or off the court we ball and ball the

[Hook: J.R.
It's kinda hard to that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you never heard of fly
Take it how you want it coward our G's is

Rell]
Sleepin' high with visions of my
for mercy crawling on the floor like a centipede
Screaming Rell please don't me I got children
Should've thought about those snotty kids when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, fresh out the kitchen
A stand up dude who sit when he shhh
You sit when you pissing, listen
My talent was God-given, got by hard living
I all day, smoke haze, ménage women
I spit these hard rhythms it feel a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a lone can't you see he in the
Dudes try to be like 'em can't you see he cloned
All this blue and this yellow can't you see it in the
And yeah we them hammers Cam we never leave 'em alone
So move back, I'm off the 4
let me in because I'm knocking on ya door
It's on my whores
And nah I really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a
Please man let the homie breathe me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my hate my ring
My jewelry going crazy, get some new bling
So all praise is due to Hell it's the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her True

x2]

That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving Dennis
Let's go Dennis. That's 2 and out good work. Good
J.R. you up man. on. Stop it. Stop it
D, I mean, you got something to say. 2 and out
We early. Koch put E.P. together. That's 2 songs
Nuts and (Funk Flex). I mean come on. I mean excuse me Flex
me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we told to do
New York we run this here. I mean Pardon, listen it's J.R.'s
I'm do the chorus, you ready? Let me get son. I just wrote son
Let me see I'm... my turn I ain't get a chorus off yet
I'm go in then. Alright
That's 3 songs and out. do it

My dude riding, he in Lamborghinis
The oyster mixed Linguine, you hear me?
a rider!
All in together, together we getting
Yo cheddar we get together, you me?
a rider!
My dude riding, he riding in
The oyster with Linguine, you hear me?
He's a
All together, together we getting
You dude's you better, why?
a rider!

[J.R.
Listen pal, I ain't spit, child you was not as sick
for a while, look my style is anonymous (Anonymous!)
Pound for pound of piff, smile cuz I'm it
Yous a fake G like a in counterfeits
I can show you how to flip that
How to hit that curb, how to get served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, word
a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel, put the kick to the pedal
The clip and the metal, I'm sickening
Listen here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my
Dipset is B, bet y'all remember me
Stretch all my enemies, send 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To his flag like a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than lemon squeeze, wrap chill
Pitch car wit them pitch black wheels
Nice stash box, big black steel
you at the red light, the kid's that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in sight
You never seen these F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, on fresh wear
This is something you have to throw on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen scrap believe me, you need to see me
I'm a classic, one of old scratched up CD's
Check my swag it's easy
That you can see I do the damn and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the trap wit
Front of the
Posted up on post, Dominicans
That'll clap you as you go to beef wit J
a couple at you once they hear Dida Le!
Put your brains all the pavement
You singing like you singing how you talk to agents
But drop my name, and I'm a
Throw in a box some cats at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come peep what I whore
A 62, got it like a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, a chill
on freeze, add up to a quarter mil!
I'm bout to talk my deal, that's a thug about
Killa, hit Sharon, her I need another house!
I dig ya mother out, put her in a cab
Gas her up hit the hooker wit them slabs
What you Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag
She'll have to that in a cookie like a pad
You rookies are mad, you can't say shit to me
You gotta get rid of me, I'm bout to make

I mean, on, that's three and out, hold on
Don't even play yet put that on B
New City, we gonna take a slight intermission
Because if you do this up here, you
We three songs out. You can only do it in one take
That means we didn't punch in. That I one taped it
J.R. one it. Hell Rell one taped it. We chorused it out
That the business is right
The rhymes is right and if you come up here and try a song
You're (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo song Rell right
That means you repped BX Borough, you repped the
I'm 140 and to the death
So we might as well do together
Capo get ready to the motherfu...uh
take the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go
Tape this for Santana he get back
Let's get 16's off, I got the on this, y'all back up
Let's go, I got the
You ready, New York we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me
it, take it back B I messed up because I'm talking too much
Take it from the top. it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I y'all gon home and write hard tonight
I know gon home and write hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin this scratch
What you g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin this chicken scratch
Ya'll g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!

[J.R.
Listen, I'm worth a figures, always hurting all these niggas
I'm OC, tryin to stuff the purple in the swisher
Convertible just picture, how I swerve up on sister
Wit a dance, tip dance turn her to a stripper
Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em, 'em to a pisser
Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to learn I am sicker
to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these niggas
Call the cops, ain't seen these type of murderers since Hitler
Shit if I know em, I'm to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why your on my scrotum
I'm lifted and on some shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't me rolling

Cam'Ron]
I said It's the Diplomats, y'all this chicken scratch
Ya'll g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all this chicken scratch
can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!