Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad

[Big
my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like the Third
me to fail cause you on my dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't me shit

It's my life, it's my world, my
To push things and chase girls dress provacative
Terror Squad ice wider than Yugoslavians
Run up in building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in
Blazin the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop
Turnin hands to glocks, blow you back to your
I go in time, stop your ass back to the present
a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your presence
We handle our blessings, players where the battles is stressin
Took this rap game over mastered it
Blast my shit, this song shitty records that after it

Punisher]

Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull your car
With a ? I'm killin like Chicci Southern Boulevard
I'm hardcore, blood, raw, pass it off
Laugh it off, I crush jaw cause thats the law
off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls
Blow a hole in your throat and you from here to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe the toughest
Run the rukkus through the roughest
Somethin illustrious, my accustom to bustin ass
glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
I the cash off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off
At any bit off tryin to laugh at the
You Ain't A for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God I steal your car and flatten your beer garden
I'll pierce an organ if startin trouble, spark a lot above you
And watch it blossom like a throughout the burrough
No doubt I'm thorough, the periscope
Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the bible out
swear to know, idols or titles, all I request
Best rapper yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death

[Fat

You slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side
Brothers and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes
Curtis blow you head like (like jake)
So take and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
Player haters never wanna see my
Up in a in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes
On my way to fools?
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin
Or in mass, suite and lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my
Exotic and karats on my wrist
It ain't shit for for sex, money, and
True with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the Joe Crack? Twist your cap back
Leave heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks

Link]

Yeah, I got your back, Twin, a Mac when I'm attackin
if its one against ten, count me in, till the end
Cause for my men I'm all out, just call out
My name when you need, I make a nigga fall out
love for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckers
Who bust slugs, that's why I put em above
Cause niggas ain't real, they talk mad shit
when its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit

[Big

my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like the Third
me to fail cause you on my dick
But as long as song is rip, you can't tell me shit