Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie
*crowd nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
Keep it goin!
[Kane] Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get for the crown
[Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. 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, it, check it, check it
This for the motherfuckin record
we here we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I a motherfuckin flow
chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, gonna rain
But I don't give a I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
give me no lip, don't give 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
When you see me comin, BIG GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the tour
with in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm the dough
They wouldn't pick you if you had a afro
So dont try me, you walk by me
I'll do you the first part in Menace II Society
Cypress Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
I'll shoot a hole in toe
I'll make you jump the House of Pain
Bang biggy biggy bang bang
can't hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?

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

I got seven Mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You can't my riches
if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the
The two weed spots, the two hot
That's how I got the spot
I dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your
So don't resist, or you miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number
I mc's the runs drippin
when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay far away
hit the D-E-C-K
My slow remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana the llello
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a
I you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

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

Yeah! Come in now man
Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim do with it

Yo, this out to everybody from Staten Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you don't
Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I to God
I even got caught to steal from 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 with my down
In this lil town you see clowns that be down
So they get a glock and shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells
An old man got in the parkin 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 by the homicide
And this happens around my way
So I pray that I can live day

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

up Cee..

Now what's the 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 meant that catchin wreck with me
Step to this give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can next to me
No, a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he fought
Cause when it to goin against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin
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 on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good