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 police jet
Known to get a wet
I never beg for pussy Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? no
get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for jacks
And them with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with backs and open caps
So with bullshit, step 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 happened in my last fight friend?
Aight
I beat kids lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead
Where I'm from, niggaz get ran like red lights
Old get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug
And we live by the street rules that thugs
get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of
Front in town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you is about to get drastic soon
I'm to blast a goon
And break a like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make hotty stare
I keep a shotty
the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm to roast
the microphone is ghost
Props I own the
I'm niggaz comatose
Front and get your brain
Big L will your whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and insane since
This rap shit was a gift
The other night snake riffed
And got a hot lead lift
All through high school I had
I kept mad
Stabbing teachers to that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef
Cause my techniques
And I'm the police hate in each state
Cause I'm the lamper
Punk brother
around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops when my glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a town
You know my clown, so bow down

(Jay-Z)
Brothers can beg and
Still feel
When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in ass
Better luck
I'm too much, nigga, so never you rush
You need slow down, or get your ass down
it out, I'm too cocky
To stop me, you 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 won't let me in
I raise hell, till its
Recognize, the black cat the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting like missiles
As projected, all ho's by this style
I mack like Goldie, go back the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B bitches hoodies
don't be knowin the way I be flowin
When I be goin, I be running the like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the scheme
The way that you do 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
Come on and ride the
I be producing like
Just the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom
For understanding
I'm landing and
Knocking sense into that oppose me, ha
Enticin when slicing through
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 mine
Gimme those, gimme this, that, fuck that
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no
incredible
Even my thoughts is
Like kidnapping, extortion and
So you know, me will never come
a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, cause bowels to
When I'm creeping your hood with a thousand little dudes
Um. We're the peace like
I make eyes rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when y'all
Betcha 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
Ever L said "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 with the way I be killing the shit in rap events
Big L is the you expect
To catch wreck in any cassette
I'm so of my time, my parents haven't met yet
I'm like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past
I to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got your strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Chung
My clan plans to get Guillianni
had a gassed head
Got loot cause I bread
Try to tax and I'ma your fagot ass half-dead
I stomp white cops till the stops
For a low hops
Cause my blood is than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't a block war
Cause my crew will kill a from the lobby to the top floor
And every time a mack eleven
I'm killing at seven ducks
I was a follower of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist
All ain't 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 quick
I'm on some rappin shit and some car jackin
I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry jack but get up out of
My 38 works great, so make a and hesitate
I can't wait to demonstrate this plate
He didn't listen to I was speakin
He reaching
So I left him sleepin with his leaking

Aight, back to my man

(Jay-Z)
As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a
And no I don't have it, I get it together 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 to explain 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 to follow
I hit you bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam
Let me take a little breath...god
The kid is a
I'm definitely destined to eight digits
Met up with L on the road to
As as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
Whatever I touch, 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 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 brought your little crew...
I'm comin with velocity, check it out
Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't of the clowns fuckin around
Ain't none of standing their ground
with the crowned of the underground
like 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, it out, check it out
Ladies be comin out of their now
Shit I got skills
It's a the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the city
Like 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, please, gimme g's
Baby, baby, wit crazy
Watch Jay-Z get G's