Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got for snitches
No love for
Puttin in ditches
When my finger itches
I got a rep that make jet
Known to get a wet
I beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? no
get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm for yoking jacks
And them with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, to the rear son
The last thing you with Big L is a fair one
in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see happened in my last fight friend?
Aight
I beat kids lead pipes
I a trail of dead mic's
I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get and raided
Crimes are drug
And we live by the street rules thugs created
Clowns get about a thousand volts
For selling of coke
Front in this town and get a tech down your throat
I'm you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a
And break a motherfucker like a spoon
I got the looks make your hotty stare
I a shotty near
It's the nigga notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to
Until the is ghost
I own the most
I'm leaving comatose
and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been since
This rap shit was a great
The night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face
All through high I had braids
I kept mad
Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad
I the mic like a beef steak
my techniques great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each
Cause I'm the lamper
brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your hamper
Cops when my glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a town
You know my style clown, so bow

(Jay-Z)
can beg and borrow
Still feel
When Jay-Z, Zorro, get in that ass
Better tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so should you rush
You need 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 the Heavens well
Even if they let me in Heaven
I hell, till its Heaven
Recognize, the black cat with the nine
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game missiles
As projected, all ho's affected by this
I mack like Goldie, go like the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B wearin hoodies
They be knowin the way I be flowin
When I be goin, I be running the track Jesse Owens
I the natural scheme
The way that you do things wit a swing and have em like...
You say never you run, if ever you
It's never you run so fast in your life to never won
Come on and ride the
I be producing jizm
Just like the gods I start knowledge and follow with wisdom
For understanding
I'm blows and
Knocking sense into those that me, ha
Enticin when slicing through
Your screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's
And God he can rap
Me and L put on the map
So him his dap
And me, I just take
Gimme those, this, gimme that, fuck that
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes see no less
Jigga
Even my thoughts is
Like kidnapping, extortion and
So you know, beatin me will 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 little dudes
Um. We're the peace Islam
I your eyes rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing
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 cheesin
Ever since L "Throw three g's in"
And we can get down and the wealth
That's when I found I do it myself
I get up

(Big L)
My crew be deliverin hot lead when gats are
Rappers I and lynch
Nobody can with 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 like Bathgate
My rap is past great
I love to fuck a bitch the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got mommy strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Guillianni
had a gassed head
Got loot cause I stash
Try to tax and beat your fagot ass half-dead
I white cops till the life stops
For a low hops
Cause my is colder than an ice box
On you don't want a block war
Cause my crew will a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And every a mack eleven bucks
I'm killing at least seven
I was a follower of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a 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 hard and bubble gum
And clown I be attacking quick
I'm on some rappin shit and car jackin shit
I ran up on nigga name Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry but get up out of that
My 38 works great, so make a mistake and
I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel
He didn't listen to what I was
He reaching
So I left him sleepin with his temple

Aight, back to my man

(Jay-Z)
As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a
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 the fattest, mmmm that is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
No to explain my name, the only thing that matters
For suckers who me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow
Your thinking that's hollow, the is too rugged to follow
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 with L on the to riches
As soon as I up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
Whatever I touch, I clutch
You know I'm end ya, uh
The nigga don't play, hey, the nigga play, hey
Hahahhhh, I come 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 niggaz do to the man?
I see you brought little crew... and?
I'm still comin with velocity, it out
Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't none of the fuckin around
Ain't none of standing their ground
the crowned prince of the underground
Sounds I'm ready to catch wreck now
The on sweat now
Jay-Z's on, be gone to the town
Punk, up and get beat down
Check it out, check it out, it out
Ladies be comin out of seats now
I got crazy skills
It's a pity the way I'm ripping rhythm through the city
dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty
I got rhythm, I, hit em rhythm, I
Hit em and split em, I did em, I get rid of guys
J-A, baby, baby please, g's
Baby, baby, wit ease
Watch Jay-Z get G's