Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, the lyrical lexicon
The matador of
Keith Murray
Chillin with my nigga Funk
up
Got the Squadron, up
Word up, check it out,
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the return of the lunatic, still kickin rough shit
What you say? I slap your stink ass,
I shape and 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, not Sweat
Your be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite well OF COURSE
Def Squad cough a rough
You weak wack niggaz can't do me
Five hundred, height I run with the sun
Apparently, you to check my pedigree
And do the to the S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Fake ones fear it, real cheer it
Cause they all feel me from the womb of the human
With logic and reasons I my means
See you on the scene, fuck you up like Tyson did to Greene
In black yeah it beez like that
If you kill my dog I'm a slay cat
The supersonical astrochronical
crews, all you hear is ahhs and oohs
Time to face the music bring you down to like Papa Smurf
I'm World like on the Web, in your turf
With fledged raps packed with anxiety attacks
For those who I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin horror, killin all drama
the rah rah for your mama
Bragga-tocious, to static
Come through the studio, wreck the mic by force of
Tantalizing, make you good like crying
I be dissed, so you can stop trying
And Keith Murray prevail
And you can eat a sandwich and go to hell