Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

*Dj

(Bronx Queens)
Yeah, Uhh
No
(Yeah Big Pun)
Yeah No Doubt
Yeah Get It On


(Hot 97)
Hot 97
Uhh

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical
Half of you the magical dap of tragical rap
tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's... madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if laced you
There's lotsa skeletons locked
in the closet of my of Grayskull
I'm at grade school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are like cables, you fatal
how master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus if he passes through my
his halo
God I pray that you my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the
That's used inside of my mental projectable

Just call me Jesus cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me
Just for the way I to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It to be amazingly flavery
Gaze Into my eyes that basically you occasionally
I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to you
New York niggaz is trigger happy, Pataki
This town big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is
slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical
Compatible with the New Yorker
A talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
out for the and the cho-cha
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the
I don't give a any more, I'm only twenty-four years old
and I've already every law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the
Runnin' up in your crib, if you still hot in under the bed

(yeah) one more yo, I'm gonna give one more for Montana
yo yo yo
yo yo yo

Ay-yo I shatter like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm my initials on your forehead
So night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the (board head)
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the rap
Cuz he ain't worth
hit 'em a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth
him his purse back
I'm the Latin rapper to baffle your skull
the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rapping and packing
The ones, magnums, and gatling guns
Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony...Montana
You ain't manana in the rotten manzana
C'mon-pana we need more
feel the snake bite anaconda
I'm in with wine-a, try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine Madonna
Go try to find rhymer with my kinda gramma