Luyện nghe bài hát 1996 Fat Beats Freestyle

Yo it's the Lake Drive
it live, tight, raw
You hurry up, they can't keep it in the store
To be the format, your whole style on one
Insert the disk, watch a press delete
Tryna flex your
You gettin' blasted with a TEC, shit is mad ironic
Alanis Morisette, you try but can't jet
Bunch of lyrics, rhymes for low fare
out of O'Hare
While these no-name ass niggas wanna go there,
Livin' three blocks from nowhere, down the street nothin'
Let me show these somethin', visual aid, the page
And the nigga who fronted, word to God, they don't it
But they wanna play the role, actin'
the whole career, flow, my style is too cold
Always, forever Luther, but it ain't original
I stole it from the future, now I'm wanted in three centuries
The killin', ask me where I got the style
'em from my grandchildren, put it on files
Document it in the
You niggas can't see me so cease the hard
rather it get took
Live and die for rhymes, to hip-hop
don't stop
Niggas they wanna know what and who's
And you up in a Lex
That's the train stop, my drop mad lyrics
I with the spirit off the top, I drop nonstop
killin', my style is ready to willin'
Y'all niggas stay chillin'
Like EPMD y'all ain't seein' me, what
enormous, nah, do or die
I got the on the brain
They to bomb me on the plane so I rode the train
I got here [?]
I'm 'bout to save shit, yo it's my year, what!?
Bring it on, it to my man Tariq
Rock the mic all