Luyện nghe bài hát 1996 Fat Beats Freestyle

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