Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, the lyrical lexicon
The of metaphor
Mista Murray
Chillin with my Funk Flex
up
Got the Squadron, up
Word up, it out, check
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the of the lyrical lunatic, still kickin rough shit
What you say? I slap your stink ass,
I and build my skill like an architect
Teflon style, rhymes be
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic with
All this over hippin the hop gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, Murray not
Your politics be politically
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like OF COURSE
Def Squad cough a course
You weak wack niggaz can't do me
Five hundred, radiant I run with the sun
Apparently, you need to check my
And do the to the S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Fake fear it, real ones cheer it
Cause they all me from the womb of the human spirit
With logic and reasons I my means
See you on the scene, fuck you up Tyson did to Mitch Greene
In black yeah it beez like that
If you kill my dog I'm a your cat
The genitonical astrochronical
crews, all you hear is ahhs and oohs
Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Papa
I'm World Wide like on the Web, in your
full fledged raps packed with anxiety attacks
For who thought I wouldn't be back
With that chillin horror, killin all ongoin drama
Save the rah rah for your
Bragga-tocious, to static
Come the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, make you feel good like
I can't be dissed, so you can stop
And Keith will prevail
And you can eat a shit and go to hell