Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's and Biggie Smalls??
*crowd goes
Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
[Scoob] 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,
to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? 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, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't
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 my style, GOD DAMMIT
unless 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 I catch wreck 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
They pick you even if you had a afro
So try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the first in Menace II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the of Pain
Bang bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
Bang biggy bang 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 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 shits ends
You can't my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357
Biggie the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
That's how I got the spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the 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 slow remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they

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

Yeah where the motherfuckin at?
Throw motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do this like this
I thank the for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a
in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A straight soldier, buckin at the
No matter how you try, niggaz die
We retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I -
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 chase with the law
The realest that you ever saw

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

Yo, this goes out to from Staten Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you stop*}
Yo, is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got tryin to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel a pause
I never had a good Christmas, so who is 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 to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the 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 to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And happens everyday around my way
So I pray I can live another day

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

up Cee..

Now what's the niggaz 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 motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap don't meant that you're wreck with me
to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can next to me
No, that's a tattle, I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, when he fought Chavez
when it comes to goin against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, nuttin happenin
Non resistable, non
I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm 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