Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, the lyrical lexicon
The of metaphor
Mista Keith
with my nigga Funk Flex
up
Got the Squadron, up
Word up, check it out,
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the return of the lyrical lunatic, still kickin shit
What you I slap your stink ass, bitch
I shape and build my like an architect
Teflon style, rhymes be
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic with
All this over hippin the hop bullshit gon'
It beez not Bill, Murray not Sweat
Your politics be incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like well OF
Def cough a rough course
You weak wack niggaz do me none
Five hundred, radiant I run with the sun
Apparently, you need to my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the
Fake ones fear it, 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 fact black yeah it beez like
If you kill my dog I'm a your cat
The genitonical astrochronical
Splatter crews, all you hear is ahhs and
Time to the music bring you down to Earth like Papa Smurf
I'm World Wide like on the Web, in turf
With full fledged raps packed with anxiety
For those who thought I wouldn't be
With that bone chillin horror, all ongoin drama
the rah rah for your mama
Bragga-tocious, to static
Come the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, you feel good like crying
I be dissed, so you can stop trying
And Murray will prevail
And you can eat a sandwich and go to hell