Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's and Biggie Smalls??
*crowd nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
[Kane] Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and get down for the crown
[Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. that ill
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, check it, it
This here for the record
Here we here we here we go, we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
Motherfuckin niggaz can't
oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN OFF
again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT
unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, OH you KNEEL
When you see me comin, BIG GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex when I flex I catch on the world tour
with dough in my big like the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a
So try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm
I'll a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the House of
Bang bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
Bang biggy bang bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

[Kane] Biggie Smalls, why you come do it?

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

I got seven Mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the never ends
You can't touch my
if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the
The two spots, the two hot glocks
how I got the weed spot
I dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I tote guns, I make runs
I give mc's the drippin
I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the
crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a
I hope listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

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

Yeah! Come 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 stop*}
Yo, times is hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught tryin to steal the junkyard
A terror, a rebel without a pause
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa
I walk the streets at night with my head
In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be
So get a glock and lick shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells
An old man got shot in the lot
In front of my buildin I hang his grandchildren
And for the that pulled the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And happens everyday around my way
So I that I can live another day

[Kane] This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, try this
[Shy] Staten Island in the motherfuckin
Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in or what?

up Cee..

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