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, watch a nigga 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
out of O'Hare
While these no-name ass niggas wanna go there,
Livin' three blocks from nowhere, down the 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 whole career, flow, my is too cold
Always, forever like Luther, but it ain't
I stole it from the future, now I'm wanted in three centuries
The verbal killin', ask me I got the style
Told 'em my grandchildren, put it on files
it in the books
You niggas see me so cease the hard looks
I'll it get took
Live and die for rhymes, dedicated to
Shit don't
Niggas wanna know what and who's next
And you up in a Lex
the train stop, my brain drop mad lyrics
I with the spirit off the top, I drop nonstop
Verbally killin', my is ready to willin'
niggas stay back chillin'
Like EPMD y'all niggas seein' me, what
enormous, nah, do or die
I got the rhymes on the
They tried to me on the plane so I rode the train
Before I got [?]
I'm 'bout to this shit, yo it's my year, what!?
Bring it on, it to my man Tariq
the mic all week