Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Smalls??
*crowd goes
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
Mister Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get 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
here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, here we we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
niggaz can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna
But I don't a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD
it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex when I flex I catch on the world tour
with dough in my pockets big the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm the dough
wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the part in Menace II Society
Cypress Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
I'll shoot a in your toe
I'll you jump like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang
Niggaz hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, 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 AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
WHERE AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
We gonna do it like
you're ready, check it

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

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

Yeah where the thugs at?
Throw your middle finger
We gonna do shit like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, stressin
Keep a for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, we go again
Ain't separatin us from a mack-10
in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, we multiply
You see me strikin the block, hittin corners
like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, me nigga
Zig through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed with the law
The realest motherfucker you ever saw

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

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

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

up Cee..

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