Luyện nghe bài hát 1996 Fat Beats Freestyle

Yo it's the Lake Shore
it live, tight, raw
You hurry up, they can't keep it in the store
To be the format, your style on one beat
Insert the disk, a nigga press delete
Tryna flex your
You gettin' blasted with a TEC, 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 wanna go there,
Livin' three blocks from nowhere, down the street from
Let me show these somethin', visual aid, the page
And the nigga who fronted, word to God, they don't it
But they wanna the role, actin' hardcore
the whole career, flow, my style is too cold
Always, forever like Luther, but it ain't
Because I stole it from the future, now I'm wanted in three
The verbal killin', ask me I got the style
Told 'em my grandchildren, put it on files
Document it in the
You can't see me so cease the hard looks
I'll it get took
Live and die for rhymes, dedicated to
don't stop
Niggas they 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 style is to willin'
niggas stay back chillin'
Like EPMD y'all ain't seein' me, what
enormous, nah, do or die
I got the on the brain
tried 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!?
it on, pass it to my man Tariq
Rock the mic all