Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad

[Busta
Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!

It's like battle of the stars, spittin'
cars, never been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow road
Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit
98 platinum an' the
I'm a dissector, 15 on the
Yo they owe me publishin' at
Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a ya
My squad bring the pressure, new setter
me get this cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!

[Baby
Let me find out poppin' shit from the mouth
some two macs that's spittin' from the holsters
You feel 'cause you chose this
I wigs like the ocean, respect Moses
clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit
So to this, rollie on wrist
My platinum shit half sin
See me in the club by the bulgin' in
the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham all in the mix on foul blends
Unhh...uhhh...

[Busta] What ya'll niggaz wanna do right
[Flip Mode] We do it again, we wanna do it again
[Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again and again
I...say...do that shit
[Flip I say do that shit
[Busta] that real live shit
[Flip Mode] Uh do real live shit!
[Busta] You know we comin' through
[Flip You know we comin' thru shit
[Busta] Ay-yo we here to shit!
[Flip Mode] we here to rule shit!

[Rah
What?! You like the hooptie that been test driven
I say fresh spittin', less stricken and cess ridden,
Watch 'mira' the steez
Then I cut a bitch like I was Latin Queens
Digga on the track watch the sales
Flex I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo!
Some shit with Fendi galoshes
On some Rah-shit real estate where the Taj is
Fuckin' the Outz on the pre-product
Had this other click once but reefer sucked
Well, to blaze watch how I swing
'cause I be mad like Max and merciless Ming

Star]
Interception, throw the in my direction
Let me to these pussies raw dog wit' no protection
Strokin' dem until they and they can't breathe
Run up in they click with ten terrorizing
Ya'll niggaz is twat, my squad form SWAT
Star comin' through ya like it or not
High off pot, it hot like a coke plot
Refuse to lose, we the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!

[Lord Mercy]
Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on Earth
'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris Hurst
And run a stick turf wit' double his
Hustlin' curse like pastors who got guns in the
Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the
Dark, kissin' a worm til' they jugular
Speak last rites kick the dust on them first
Kemosabe! Your arms too to box with me
(For-geddit) shots wit' me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I kill like mad cow
My rhyme up for nine acres...

Rhymes]
...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack
Tell me what's nigga got yo face bent up
Beats your head up even got yo mind messed up
Step up, I love when get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You believe I (HA!) tear the rest up
When you finish clean the up, press up
Metaphor burn yo chest up
Who's the next up to be the to get the boxcutter X-er
Throwin' me off, you be in labor, TURN Funkmaster Flex-uh!

[Funkmaster ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!
60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to for understandin' how
the flex...Yeah...what the deal.