Luyện nghe bài hát 1996 Fat Beats Freestyle

Yo the Lake Shore 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 nigga press
Tryna flex technique
You blasted with a TEC, that shit is mad ironic
Alanis Morisette, you try but can't jet
Bunch of airline lyrics, rhymes for low
out of O'Hare
While no-name ass niggas wanna go there, nobodies
Livin' three blocks nowhere, down the street from nothin'
Let me show these niggas somethin', aid, the page
And the nigga who fronted, word to God, they want it
But they wanna the role, actin' hardcore
Watch the whole career, flow, my style is too
Always, forever Luther, but it ain't original
Because I stole it the future, now I'm wanted in three centuries
The verbal killin', ask me where I got the
'em from my grandchildren, put it on files
Document it in the
You can't see me so cease the hard looks
rather it get took
Live and die for rhymes, dedicated to
Shit stop
they wanna know what and who's next
And you up in a Lex
That's the train stop, my brain mad lyrics
I with the spirit off the top, I drop nonstop
Verbally killin', my style is to willin'
Y'all niggas stay back
Like EPMD y'all niggas ain't seein' me,
enormous, nah, do or die
I got the on the brain
They to bomb me on the plane so I rode the train
Before I got [?]
I'm 'bout to save shit, yo it's my year, what!?
Bring it on, pass it to my man
the mic all week