Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got for snitches
No for bitches
thugs in ditches
When my finger itches
I got a rep that police jet
Known to get a wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith
Is Big L slow? no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no dough
I'm known for jacks
And them with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with broken backs and caps
So with that bullshit, step to the son
The last thing you want Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I men like lightning
You see what in my last fight friend?
Aight
I beat with lead pipes
I a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red
Old folks get mugged and
are drug related
And we by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked a thousand volts
For selling pounds of
Front in this town and get a stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic
I'm quick to blast a
And a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your stare
I keep a near
It's the nigga with hair who Gotti fear
I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is
I own the most
I'm niggaz comatose
Front and get your pinched
Big L will have whole gang lynched
I started dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great
The other night some riffed
And got a hot lead face
All through high school I had
I kept mad
Stabbing teachers to death that me bad grades
I the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques
And I'm the nigga police in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood
Punk vamper
Fuck around you'll my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
drop when my glock makes a pow sound
I'm a whyle town
You know my style clown, so bow

(Jay-Z)
Brothers can beg and
Still sorrow
When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in ass
Better luck
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you
You slow down, or get your ass tore down
it out, I'm too cocky
To stop me, you gotta me
And when I'm gone, you can still me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens
Even if they won't let me in
I hell, till its Heaven
Recognize, the cat with the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, game like missiles
As projected, all affected by this style
I mack like Goldie, go back like the
But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin
They don't be knowin the way I be
When I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse
I disrupt the natural
The way that you do things wit a and have em rockin like...
You say never you run, if you come
It's never you run so fast in life to never have won
Come on and ride the
I be producing like
Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with
For understanding
I'm landing and
Knocking sense into those oppose me, ha
when slicing through tracks
Your screaming, "Jesus Christ," back
And God he can rap
Me and L put on the map
So him his dap
And me, I just take
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no
incredible
Even my thoughts is
kidnapping, extortion and corruption
So you know, me will never come
Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough,
I make moves, bowels to move
When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little
Um. the peace like Islam
I make your eyes rise like
Surprise, I no fear when facing y'all
lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Emcee's to be the best
And even in dying, couldn't be def (death)
I see no reason to stop
since L said "Throw three g's in"
And we can get down and the wealth
That's when I found I could do it
I get up

(Big L)
My crew be deliverin hot lead when are clenched
Rappers I and lynch
Nobody can fuck the way I be killing the shit in rap events
Big L is the nigga you
To catch wreck in any cassette
I'm so ahead of my time, my haven't met yet
I'm feeling Billy Bathgate
My rap style is great
I to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got your mommy
Niggaz hear me and take notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get hung
Never had a gassed
Got loot cause I bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass
I stomp cops till the life stops
For a low price
Cause my blood is than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't want a war
Cause my crew kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And every time a mack bucks
I'm killing at least seven
I never was a of Reverend Butts
The type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss
So we can be a couple hun
Fuck love, all I got for ho's is dick and bubble gum
And emcee's I be attacking quick
I'm on some rappin and some car jackin shit
I ran up on this nigga Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry jack but get up out of
My 38 great, so make a mistake and hesitate
I wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
He listen to what I was speakin
He started
So I left him with his temple leaking

Aight, back to my man

(Jay-Z)
As soon as I it, I eat it up like a savage
And no I don't it, I get it together like a marriage
I'm all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and carrots
Y'all don't understand, well, god-damn, you know my status
I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm that is, mmmm, I'm the
No need to my name, the only thing that matters
For suckers who bite me, they I'm a bit much to swallow
Your thinking that's hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to
I hit you bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam
Let me a little breath...god damn
The kid is a
I'm definitely destined to make digits
Met up L on the road to riches
As soon as I step up, nah, I'm in the, uh
I touch, whatever I clutch
You I'm gonna end ya, uh
The don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey
Hahahhhh, here I a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in
Niggaz are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm
But a boo boo boo bam, what you gonna do to the man?
I see you your little crew... and?
I'm still with velocity, check it out
Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't none of the fuckin around
Ain't none of clowns standing ground
with the crowned prince of the
Sounds I'm ready to catch wreck now
The heats on now
Jay-Z's on, be gone to the town
Punk, jump up and get down
it out, check it out, check it out
Ladies be comin out of their now
I got crazy skills
It's a pity the way I'm ripping rhythm through the city
Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun
I got rhythm, I, hit em rhythm, I
Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of them
J-A, baby, baby please, g's
Baby, baby, wit crazy
Watch get crazy G's