Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got slugs for
No love for
Puttin in ditches
When my trigger finger
I got a rep that police jet
Known to get a wet
I never beg for pussy like Sweat
Is Big L Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yoking
And beatin with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with broken backs and caps
So that bullshit, step to the rear son
The last thing you want Big L is a fair one
Cause in a brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what happened in my last friend?
then
I kids with lead pipes
I a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran red lights
Old folks get and raided
Crimes are related
And we live by the street that thugs created
get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling of coke
Front in town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about to get soon
I'm to blast a goon
And break a motherfucker a plastic spoon
I got the that make your hotty stare
I keep a near
It's the nigga with notty hair who fear
I'm know to roast
Until the is ghost
Props I own the
I'm leaving niggaz
Front and get your brain
Big L will have your gang lynched
I started smoking dust and insane since
rap shit was a great gift
The night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead lift
All high school I had braids
I mad blades
Stabbing teachers to that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic a beef steak
Cause my great
And I'm the police hate in each state
I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk vamper
around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop my glock makes a pow sound
I'm a whyle town
You my style clown, so bow down

(Jay-Z)
Brothers can beg and
Still sorrow
Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass
Better luck
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you
You slow down, or get your ass tore down
it out, I'm too cocky
To stop me, you kill me
And when I'm gone, you can feel me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the well
Even if they won't let me in
I raise hell, its Heaven
Recognize, the black cat with the lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting like missiles
As projected, all affected by this style
I mack like Goldie, go back like the
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 like Owens
I the natural scheme
The way that you do things wit a swing and have em like...
You say you run, if ever you come
never you run so fast in your life to never have won
Come on and the rhythm
I be producing like
Just like the gods I start knowledge and follow with wisdom
For understanding
I'm blows and
Knocking sense into those oppose me, ha
when 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 mine
Gimme those, gimme this, that, fuck that
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy can't see no less
Jigga
my thoughts is federal
Like kidnapping, and corruption
So you know, beatin me will come
Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough,
I make moves, cause to move
When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little
Um. the peace like Islam
I your eyes rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing
Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing
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 split the
That's when I I could do it myself
I get up

(Big L)
My crew be deliverin hot when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and
Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap
Big L is the nigga you
To catch wreck in any deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents met yet
I'm feeling 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 hear me and take more notes than Connie
My clan to get Guillianni hung
Never had a gassed
Got loot I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your ass half-dead
I stomp white 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 kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And every time a mack bucks
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 be a couple hun
Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and gum
And clown I be attacking quick
I'm on some shit and some car jackin shit
I ran up on this name Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap,
jack but get up out of that
My 38 works great, so a mistake and hesitate
I can't to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to what I was
He started
So I left him sleepin his temple leaking

Aight, to my man Jay-Z

(Jay-Z)
As soon as I grab it, I eat it up a savage
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, don't you know my
I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
No to explain my name, the only thing that matters
For who bite 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 a little breath...god damn
The kid is a
I'm destined to make eight digits
Met up L on the road to riches
As as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
Whatever I touch, I clutch
You know I'm 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
are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm whyle
But a boo boo boo bam, what you niggaz do to the man?
I see you your little crew... and?
I'm still with velocity, check it out
Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't none of the clowns around
Ain't none of standing their ground
the crowned prince of the underground
Sounds like I'm ready to wreck now
The heats on now
Jay-Z's on, be gone to the town
Punk, jump up and get beat
Check it out, check it out, it out
Ladies be out of their seats now
I got crazy skills
It's a pity the way I'm ripping 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, please, gimme g's
Baby, baby, wit ease
Jay-Z get crazy G's