Luyện nghe bài hát 1996 Fat Beats Freestyle

Yo it's the Lake Shore
it live, tight, raw
You better hurry up, can't keep it in the store
To be the format, your style on one beat
Insert the disk, a nigga press delete
flex your technique
You gettin' blasted a TEC, that shit is mad ironic
Like Alanis Morisette, you try but jet
Bunch of lyrics, rhymes for low fare
Flyin' out of
these no-name ass niggas wanna go there, nobodies
Livin' three blocks from nowhere, the street from nothin'
Let me these niggas somethin', visual aid, the page
And the nigga who fronted, word to God, they don't it
But wanna play the role, actin' hardcore
Watch the whole career, flow, my is too cold
Always, like Luther, but it ain't original
Because I stole it from the future, now I'm wanted in three
The verbal killin', ask me 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
I'll it get took
and die for rhymes, dedicated to hip-hop
Shit don't
Niggas they wanna what and who's next
And you up in a Lex
That's the train stop, my drop mad lyrics
I rhyme the spirit off the top, I drop nonstop
Verbally killin', my is ready to willin'
Y'all stay back 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 the train
I got here [?]
I'm 'bout to save this shit, yo my year, what!?
Bring it on, it to my man Tariq
the mic all week