Luyện nghe bài hát 1996 Fat Beats Freestyle

Yo it's the Lake Shore
it live, tight, raw
You better hurry up, they can't keep it in the
To be the format, your whole on one beat
Insert the disk, watch a press delete
Tryna flex your
You gettin' with a TEC, that shit is mad ironic
Like Morisette, you try but can't jet
Bunch of lyrics, rhymes for low fare
Flyin' out of
While these no-name ass niggas go there, nobodies
Livin' blocks from nowhere, down the street from nothin'
Let me show these niggas somethin', visual aid, the
And the who fronted, word to God, they don't want it
But wanna play the role, actin' hardcore
Watch the career, flow, my style is too cold
Always, forever like Luther, but it ain't
Because I stole it the future, now I'm wanted in three centuries
The killin', ask me where I got the style
Told 'em my grandchildren, put it on files
it in the books
You can't see me so cease the hard looks
I'll it get took
and die for rhymes, dedicated to hip-hop
Shit stop
Niggas they wanna know and who's next
And you up in a Lex
That's the train stop, my drop mad lyrics
I rhyme with the spirit off the top, I nonstop
Verbally killin', my style is ready to
Y'all niggas stay back
Like EPMD y'all niggas ain't me, what
enormous, nah, do or die
I got the rhymes on the
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, pass it to my man
the mic all week