Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got slugs for
No for bitches
Puttin in ditches
When my trigger finger
I got a rep that make jet
Known to get a wet
I never beg for pussy like Sweat
Is Big L Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no dough
I'm known for yoking
And them with smoking gats
Leavin blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, to the rear son
The last thing you want Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I men like lightning
You see what happened in my fight friend?
Aight
I beat kids with lead
I leave a trail of dead
I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get and raided
are drug related
And we live by the street that thugs created
Clowns get about a thousand volts
For pounds of coke
in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about to get soon
I'm quick to blast a
And a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty
It's the nigga notty hair who Gotti fear
I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is
Props I own the
I'm leaving comatose
Front and get your pinched
Big L will have your whole gang
I started smoking and been insane since
This rap shit was a great
The other night snake riffed
And got a hot face lift
All high school I had braids
I mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death gave me bad grades
I the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques
And I'm the police hate in each state
Cause I'm the lamper
brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my 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)
can beg and borrow
Still sorrow
Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass
Better tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you
You need slow down, or get your ass tore
it out, I'm too cocky
To me, you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can feel me
On the real, B
The is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
Even if they won't let me in
I raise hell, till its
Recognize, the black cat with the nine
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm Crystal, shooting game like missiles
As projected, all affected by this style
I mack like Goldie, go like the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B wearin hoodies
don't be knowin the way I be flowin
When I be goin, I be the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural
The way that you do things wit a swing and have em like...
You say never you run, if you come
It's you run so fast in your life to never have won
Come on and the rhythm
I be like jizm
Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow wisdom
For greater
I'm blows and
sense into those that oppose me, ha
Enticin 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
those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my eyes can't see no less
incredible
Even my is federal
kidnapping, extortion and corruption
So you know, me will never come
a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
I moves, cause bowels to move
When I'm creeping through your hood with a little dudes
Um. the peace like Islam
I your eyes rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing
Betcha lyrics jump off the like racing cars
trying to be the best
And in dying, couldn't be this def (death)
I see no to stop cheesin
Ever since L "Throw three g's in"
And we can get and split the wealth
That's when I found I could do it
I get up

(Big L)
My be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and
Nobody can fuck with the way I be the shit in rap events
Big L is the you expect
To catch in any cassette deck
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 from the back and her ass shake
I probably got mommy strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Chung
My clan to get Guillianni hung
had a gassed head
Got loot cause I stash
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 colder an ice box
On 1-3-9 you 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 at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher a fist fight
All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such as Miss Right
So we can never be a hun
love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
And emcee's I be attacking quick
I'm on some rappin shit and car jackin shit
I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a 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 wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to I was speakin
He reaching
So I left him sleepin with his temple

Aight, back to my man

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