Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

*Dj

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


(Hot 97)
Hot 97
Uhh

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly graphical stats
Half of you the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and and laughs at you
That's... mathematical I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and
This massacre's on as if laced you
There's lotsa hateful locked
in the closet of my castle of
I'm possum at grade school, that's how I to debate you
Raps are like cables, you fatal
how master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus if he passes my label
snatchin' his
God I pray that you send my father back as an
Language is and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and
I'm super lyrical, a boosts the chemicals
That's used inside of my mental projectable

call me Baby 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 that basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you you
where you walked to at night, caught you tried to extort you
New York is trigger happy, Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Nowhere)
There it is, plain and simple like my game is mental
While slow better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture dramatical author
Compatible with the average New
A fast talker, like Tony when gas I'm the masked enforcer
out for the and the cho-cha
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? the stuff
I give a fuck 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) yeah one more yo, I'm gonna give one more for
yo yo yo
yo yo yo

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, and batter your team
Your be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the "BP" off the (board head)
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the rap
Cuz he ain't jack
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of per slap
Make his whole jerk back, watch the earth crack
him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than
Nat King, I be rapping and tongue's packing
The ones, magnums, and gatling guns
It's Big Pun! The one and son of Tony...Montana
You ain't manana in the rotten manzana
we need more rhymers
feel the marijuana bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like
Go try to another rhymer with my kinda gramma