Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got for snitches
No for bitches
Puttin thugs in
When my trigger 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 known for yoking
And beatin with smoking gats
token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the son
The last you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I men like lightning
You see happened in my last fight friend?
then
I beat kids with pipes
I leave a trail of mic's
I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old get mugged and raided
are drug related
And we live by the street rules thugs created
Clowns get about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of
in this town 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 like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make hotty stare
I a shotty near
It's the nigga with notty who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to
the microphone is ghost
Props I own the
I'm leaving niggaz
Front and get brain pinched
Big L will have your gang lynched
I smoking dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great
The other night snake riffed
And got a hot lead lift
All high school I had braids
I mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef
my techniques great
And I'm the nigga police in each state
Cause I'm the lamper
Punk vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in mother's hamper
Cops drop when my glock makes a pow
I'm from a town
You know my clown, so bow down

(Jay-Z)
can beg and borrow
Still sorrow
When Jay-Z, Zorro, get in that ass
Better luck
I'm too much, nigga, so should you rush
You need slow down, or get your ass tore
Check it out, I'm too
To stop me, you kill me
And I'm gone, you can still feel me
On the real, B
The is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
Even if they won't let me in
I hell, till its Heaven
Recognize, the black cat with the nine
Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like
As projected, all ho's affected by style
I like Goldie, go back like the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin
They don't be the way I be flowin
When I be goin, I be running the track 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
It's never you run so fast in life to never have won
on and ride the rhythm
I be producing like
Just like the gods I start with and follow with wisdom
For understanding
I'm landing and
Knocking sense those that oppose me, ha
Enticin slicing through 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, that
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no
Jigga
Even my is federal
Like kidnapping, extortion and
So you know, beatin me will never
a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, cause bowels to
When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little
Um. the peace like Islam
I make your rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when y'all
Betcha lyrics jump off the like racing cars
Emcee's trying to be the
And even in dying, 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 I could do it myself
I get up

(Big L)
My crew be hot lead when gats are clenched
I jack and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the 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 like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass
I probably got mommy strung
Niggaz me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Guillianni
Never had a head
Got cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your fagot ass
I stomp white cops till the stops
For a low hops
my blood is colder than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you want a block war
Cause my will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And time a mack eleven bucks
I'm killing at least seven
I never was a of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist
All chicks shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a hun
love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum
And clown emcee's I be attacking
I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin
I ran up on this nigga Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry but get up out of that
My 38 works great, so a mistake and hesitate
I wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to what I was
He reaching
So I him sleepin 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 seeking all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and
don't understand, well, god-damn, don't you know my status
I'm flowing the fattest, 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 hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to follow
I hit you bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam
Let me take a little breath...god
The kid is a
I'm destined to make eight digits
Met up L on the road to riches
As soon as I up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
I touch, whatever I clutch
You I'm gonna 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
Niggaz are do ducking I'm boo buckin, it I'm whyle
But a boo boo boo bam, what you niggaz do to the man?
I see you brought little crew... and?
I'm still with 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 standing 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
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 rugged rhythm through the
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 guys
J-A, baby, baby please, g's
Baby, baby, wit ease
Watch Jay-Z get G's