Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got slugs for
No love for
thugs in ditches
When my trigger itches
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 bullshit, step to the rear son
The last thing you want with Big L is a one
Cause in a brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what happened in my fight friend?
then
I beat with lead pipes
I a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran red lights
Old folks get mugged and
Crimes are drug
And we live by the rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked a thousand volts
For selling pounds of
Front in this and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to a goon
And break a motherfucker a plastic spoon
I got the looks that your hotty stare
I keep a shotty
It's the with notty hair who Gotti fear
I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is
I own the most
I'm leaving comatose
Front and get your brain
Big L will have your whole gang
I started smoking dust and been since
This rap was a great gift
The night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face
All through school I had braids
I mad blades
teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I the mic like a beef steak
my techniques great
And I'm the police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood
Punk brother
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in mother's hamper
Cops drop my glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a town
You my style clown, so bow down

(Jay-Z)
Brothers can beg and
Still sorrow
When Jay-Z, Zorro, get in that ass
Better tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never you rush
You need down, or get your ass tore down
Check it out, I'm too
To me, you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can still me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the well
Even if they let me in Heaven
I raise hell, its Heaven
Recognize, the black cat the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like
As projected, all ho's affected by this
I like Goldie, go back like the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B wearin hoodies
They be knowin the way I be flowin
I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the scheme
The way you do things wit a swing and have em rockin like...
You say never you run, if you come
never 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 with
For greater
I'm blows and
sense into those that oppose me, ha
Enticin when slicing tracks
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, gimme this, gimme that, fuck
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my eyes can't see no less
Jigga
Even my is federal
Like kidnapping, extortion and
So you know, beatin me will come
a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, cause to move
I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes
Um. We're the peace Islam
I make your rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when y'all
Betcha lyrics jump off the like racing cars
trying 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 could do it
I get up

(Big L)
My crew be hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I and lynch
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 style is past
I love to fuck a bitch from the and watch her ass shake
I probably got mommy strung
hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Guillianni
Never had a gassed
Got loot cause I bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass
I stomp white cops till the stops
For a low price
my blood is colder than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't a block war
Cause my crew will a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And every time a eleven bucks
I'm killing at seven ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fight
All chicks shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a hun
Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard and bubble gum
And clown emcee's I be attacking
I'm on some rappin and some 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 great, so make a mistake and hesitate
I can't wait to demonstrate nickel plate
He didn't to what I was speakin
He reaching
So I left him sleepin with his leaking

Aight, to my man Jay-Z

(Jay-Z)
As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a
And no I have 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, don't you know my
I'm flowing the fattest, that is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
No need to explain my name, the thing that matters
For suckers who me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow
Your that's hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to follow
I hit you like bam, bam, bam, biggity bam
Let me a little breath...god damn
The kid is a
I'm definitely to make eight digits
Met up L on the road to riches
As soon as I up, nah, whenever 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, I come 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 gonna do to the man?
I see you your 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 none of clowns their ground
with the crowned of the underground
Sounds like I'm to catch wreck now
The heats on now
Jay-Z's on, be to the next town
Punk, jump up and get down
Check it out, check it out, it out
Ladies be out of their seats now
Shit I got crazy
It's a the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the city
Like dunnanna dunnanna 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, baby please, g's
Baby, baby, wit crazy
Watch get crazy G's