Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Factory Freestyle

[DJ
Ayo, this the heavy DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own
Aight, who dat

[DJ Kay
Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay around they way
Street sweepers baby you how it's goin down

Yo son what's

[Kay
Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that LL
Ill Bomb was it man
But I know y'all got in store man

Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New City
We got the brand new flavors from LL J
Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, get this shit crackin

[LL J]
Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, and eloquent
That shit talkin is irrelevant
I put it down from the to the tenement
It's LL Cool J nigga, I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the
Y'knawmean? We get down, we get baby
Check shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album drop
It'll make you niggas as hard as rocks
Givin to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin niggas I slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum your career's lookin
for this, motherfuck being a criminal
Look in bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You freestyle fuck that
I need at least figures to even touch that
But everybody was underestimatin my format
I Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of that
a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the last bitch that to come and get me
about paper, I can talk about broads
I can talk about movies, I can talk about
the fantasies, yo I got all four
And be mine, by law
Why me Greatest Of All Times?
for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, illest that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run deep as the emotions of bitch
in the days it was the M fast stick
But now the Bentley is all get whores on the dick
This ones for [distorted] and my Island niggas
That when I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come

Word up, the new gon' be the shit baby
Aint no doubt it, E Pluribus Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Of All Time...

[DJ Kay
Ahh yeah, brand new flavor by LL J
Featuring LeShaun, it's Imagine That
I'm in the house my man, DJ Enuff
Yo Bimmy, this is how it's down
Come on Enuff, uh, on Enuff, one more time

[LL J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ
You're the honey that I see I'm ridin by
The one givin me a feeling that I deny
You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your
Actin like my twenties aint catchin' your eye
Sometimes I slow down, the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the more clearer
You turn me on, keep me up
I wish I could prove to you that I'm man enough
I up to your job and handcuff your boss
Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the off
Then sit you up on the copy
Make copies of your kitten with my chin in
Then I take you to the window so the can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let your world be
Curl tongue come get up on this with me
orgasms is your destiny

[LL and
Yo, hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
Imagine
It aint my fault that my broads
That
Knock your girls off two at a
That
Disrespect you and make you mine

Slay]
Ahh man I the way this shit is going down
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the and twos [record scratching]
Hit me up with some more of flavor

Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a the
Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, a Rock the Bells, Def Jam
Collabo man, Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,
[goddam!] me, yeah, feel this baby, it going]

I'm *Incredible* [what outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia
Get freaky throw dike in cages
Paid in full shit, fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, blingin the
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last
But the L still here, watch face, crystal
Love a to give me head while I shampoo her hair
Head to the baby, no more tears
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more
Baby listen here, I been gettin for years
And diretcors who fronted they disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get with car bombs
For being overcritical with get it on
I burn your magazine, god'll
Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon Queens, uh

[DJ
As we keep it movin, brand new
We this one Hello, featuring Amil
Aight, big up the whole crew
Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., 22nd
Go cop in the stores
Big up to all the ladies, aight,

[LL and 6X
Hello,
Yo, yo

voice]
Honey on the

the, 212 or 718
Or 914 I it hardcore
When it's over the phone, it's to do it raw
Imagine world we could both explore

Hello

Baby what you right now

[Amil] Hot

My girl aint around let's get
And I the phone's tapped let's pretend you on my lap

[Amil] I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders
you like that

You see you up my bill
Mama might me but you just too ill
I get flicks lined up, stereo low
flavored grease beneath my elbow
If I was there would you do

[Amil] I'd lay you on your
Ride or Die daddy and I it like that

Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, a little bit of flavor
Aight, LL Cool J
22nd

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before and Biggie Smalls
No disrespect, but know how I ball
The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking y'all
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before Master P and Puff
No disrespect, but know what he's called
The L L C O O L J, spell shit

black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats
Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
Three quarter mink, armor, flashin major stacks
I step up, you step
Crucify ya, other men
The lips, the voice, the way the whole shit
My rain end, my crown don't bend
the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen
To the page, to the stage, career wise, my age
Walkin in hell's and fell on the god's blade
New revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid
Fuck these labels til the legend's gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to bone
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm home
If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the
If you could match a third of my you blessed

That's right y'all, LL J, The G.O.A.T.
The Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop that
Don't fuck the bootleggers, aight
I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for it down wit me
Aight, and we shut it down, aight
I wanna bring my man out, the A&R this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo come out here son

Thank you, God bless you, night...