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 from around they way
Street sweepers baby you how it's goin down

Yo son poppin?

[Kay
Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of that LL
Youknowwhatimsayin? Ill was it man
But I know got more in store man

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

[LL J]
Ayo is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That shit y'all is irrelevant
I put it from the gutter 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 down
Check this out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album drop
It'll make you niggas as hard as rocks
Givin head to the glock, pretend hard cock
Splashin niggas I came slow through the
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum your lookin critical
Reach for this, motherfuck being a
Look in your eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You freestyle fuck that
I at least seven figures to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin my
I dropped Ill Bomb and now want more of that
Aint a rapper dead or alive wit me
Ask the bitch that tried to come and get me
Talk 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?
Because for fifteen I kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I shine and my combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10
My hits run as the emotions of your bitch
in the days it was the M fast stick
But now the Bentley is all get more on the dick
This for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas
That remember when I came
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi and the crew, y'all come home

up, the new album gon' be the shit baby
Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus
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, is how it's going down
Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one time

[LL J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ
You're the honey I see when I'm ridin by
The one givin me a feeling I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin thigh
Actin like my chrome twenties aint your eye
I slow down, catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more
You turn me on, me standin up
I wish that I could to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and your boss
Throw that nigga in the and turn the lights off
Then sit you up on the copy
copies of your kitten with my chin in between
Then I take you to the window so the can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let your be free
Curl come get up on this desk with me
Multiple is your destiny

[LL and
Yo, I'ma hit you in the and tell you to slide
That
It aint my fault that my collide
Imagine
Knock your off two at a time
Imagine
Disrespect you and still make you

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

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

I'm *Incredible* nigga] outrageous
Turn like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky throw bitches in cages
Paid in full shit, fuck Avis
in ears, blingin the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I him last year
But the L still here, face, crystal clear
Love a chick to give me head while I her hair
Head to the baby, no more tears
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my more clear
Baby listen here, I gettin paper for years
And program diretcors who fronted disappeared
And ass niggas get laced with car bombs
For being overcritical uncle 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 call this one Hello, Amil
Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella
Def Jam baby, The G.O.A.T., August 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 love it
When it's the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imagine world we could both explore

Hello

Baby what you right now

Hot pants

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

[Amil] I'm bouncin up and with my shoulders back
Nigga you like

You see you up my bill
might hear me but you just too ill
I get your flicks up, stereo low
Cherry flavored beneath my elbow
If I was what would you do

I'd lay you on your back
Ride or Die and I love it like that

Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, just a little bit of
Aight, LL J baby
August

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie
No disrespect, but y'all 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

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like hats
Paparazzi flash, that L up in the back
quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I up, you step back
Crucify ya, execution men
The lips, the voice, the way the whole shit
My rain won't end, my don't bend
the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen
To the page, to the stage, wise, half my age
Walkin in hell's and fell on the god's blade
New millenium revoltuion, my niggas aint
Fuck these record labels til the legend's 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, it to the death
If you could match a third of my you blessed

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

Thank you, God bless you, night...