Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] 2Pac and Biggie Smalls??
*crowd nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
Keep it goin!
[Kane] Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and get down for the crown
Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit
One two.. one two.. one two..
[Scoob] Brooklyn.. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie,
Ready to get wreck, UHHH!
SHIT!
Go Scoob!

Check it, check it, it, check it
here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, here we we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know can't hang
give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR HEAD OFF
Once again, know my style, GOD DAMMIT
unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and me slam it
like Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
When you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world
with in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the
They wouldn't pick you if you had a afro
So try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you the first part in Menace II Society
Like Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
I'll shoot a hole in toe
I'll make you like the House of Pain
Bang biggy biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz hang
Bang bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

[Kane] Biggie Smalls, why don't you do it?

B.I.G.]
One two, one two, gonna do it this
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, BROOKLYN AT
BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
We do it like this
Anytime ready, check it

I got seven 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never
You can't my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357
Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, the bread and the lamb spread
Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might Christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I give mc's the runs
I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the
My flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana the yeyo
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm shit like a pigeon
I you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!
[Kane] What you gonna do it Tupac?

Yeah where the thugs at?
Throw your middle finger
We gonna do this shit this
I thank the Lord for my blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A straight soldier, at the bustaz
No matter how you try, never die
We just with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin I - wanna
And no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, me nigga
In a high speed chase the law
The realest that you ever saw

[Kane] Yeah! in now man
Now I wanna see my man Shyheim gonna do with it

Yo, this out to everybody from Staten Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you don't
Yo, is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught tryin to steal the junkyard
A born terror, a without a pause
I had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night my head down
In this lil you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a glock and lick shots to get
And when shit all you can hear when the shells drop
An old man got in the parkin lot
In front of my I hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And this everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live day

[Kane] This how we gonna do it, up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this
[Shy] Island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup Wu-Tang in here or what?

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit niggaz saying
Dont try to act like Martin now with "I was just playin!"
No need to grieve now on, now that the is on
Uhh!! Oh motherfucker, your teeth is gone
cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to this give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can come to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're rob me
like they did, Whittaker he fought Chavez
Cause when it comes to goin against rappin
like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin
Non resistable, non
I'm not I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible
And let's just get one more understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' good