Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[kane] where's 2pac and biggie ?
goes nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (yeah!)
keep it goin!
[kane] cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the
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
This for the motherfuckin record
Here we we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I bang 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, give me no backtalk, yeah break north
Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin off
Once again, niggaz my style, God dammit
it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard like shaquille, oh you better
When you see me comin, big scoob got em
Sex when I flex I wreck on the world tour
With dough in my big like the biscuits, in cb4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm the dough
They wouldn't you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in menace ii
cypress hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll shoot a in your toe
make you jump like the house of pain
Bang biggy bang bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin can't hang..

biggie smalls, why don't you come do it?

b.i.g.]
One two, one two, gonna do it like
Where brooklyn at, brooklyn at
Where brooklyn at, where at
We gonna do it this
Anytime you're ready, it

I got seven mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten tens, the shits never ends
You can't my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and 357 bitches
smalls; 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 and the lamb spread
gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might christmas
I tote guns, I make number
I give mc's the drippin
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 tony montana sniffed the llello
crazy blunts, mad l's
My voice excels the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm droppin like a pigeon
I hope 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 do this shit like this
I thank the for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the 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, niggaz die
We retaliate with hate, then 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
Thug motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, me nigga
Zig zaggin the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase the law
The realest that you ever saw

[kane] yeah! in now man
Now I wanna see what my man shyheim gonna do it

Yo, goes out to everybody from staten island
{*ah mister cee, and you stop*}
Yo, times is hard, word is bond, I swear to god
I got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel a pause
I had a good christmas, so who is santa claus?
I the streets at night with my head 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 the shells drop
An old man got in the parkin lot
In front of my buildin I with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the trigga tried to slide
And hide, but he got by the homicide
And this happens around my way
So I pray I can live another day

[kane] how we gonna do it, hold up cee, aiyyo, let's try this
staten island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup wu-tang clan in or what?

up cee..

Now what's the niggaz been saying
Dont try to act like martin now with that "i was playin!"
No to grieve now on, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! oh motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're rob me
Like they did, whittaker when he fought
Cause it comes to goin against kane 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 get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' good