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 when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for jacks
And beatin with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, to the rear son
The thing you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what in my last fight friend?
then
I beat with lead pipes
I leave a of dead mic's
I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and
are drug related
And we live by the street that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand
For pounds of coke
in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a
And a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty
I keep a shotty
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 brain pinched
Big L will have your whole lynched
I started dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great
The night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead lift
All through high I had braids
I mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that me bad grades
I cook the mic a beef steak
Cause my great
And I'm the nigga hate in each state
I'm the neighborhood lamper
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 whyle
You know my style clown, so bow

(Jay-Z)
Brothers can beg and
Still sorrow
When Jay-Z, Zorro, get in that ass
Better luck
I'm too much, nigga, so should you rush
You need down, or get your ass tore down
Check it out, I'm too
To stop me, you gotta me
And when I'm gone, you can still me
On the real, B
The is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
Even if they let me in Heaven
I hell, till its Heaven
Recognize, the black cat with the lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to me
I'm poppin Crystal, game like missiles
As projected, all affected by this style
I mack like Goldie, go back the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B bitches hoodies
They don't be knowin the way I be
When I be goin, I be running the like Jesse Owens
I the natural 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 in your life to never have won
Come on and the rhythm
I be like jizm
Just the gods I start with knowledge and follow with wisdom
For greater
I'm landing and
sense into those that oppose me, ha
Enticin when slicing through
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
those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no
incredible
Even my is federal
Like kidnapping, extortion and
So you know, beatin me will never
Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough,
I make moves, cause to move
When I'm creeping through your with a thousand little dudes
Um. We're the like Islam
I make your eyes rise like
Surprise, I feel no when facing y'all
Betcha lyrics jump off the track racing cars
Emcee's trying to be the
And even in dying, be this def (death)
I see no to stop cheesin
since L said "Throw three g's in"
And we can get down and split the
That's when I found I could do it
I get up

(Big L)
My crew be deliverin hot lead when are clenched
Rappers I and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be killing the shit in rap
Big L is the you expect
To catch wreck in any deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my haven't met yet
I'm feeling like Billy
My rap is past great
I to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probably got your strung
Niggaz hear me and take more than Connie Chung
My clan to get Guillianni hung
had a gassed head
Got loot cause I stash
Try to tax and I'ma beat your ass half-dead
I stomp white till the life stops
For a low price
my blood is colder than an ice box
On you don't want a block war
my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And time a mack eleven bucks
I'm at least seven ducks
I was a follower of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fight
All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Miss
So we can be a couple hun
Fuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and gum
And clown emcee's I be attacking
I'm on some shit and some 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 can't wait to demonstrate this nickel
He didn't listen to I was speakin
He reaching
So I left him with his temple leaking

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 together like a
I'm all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and carrots
Y'all understand, well, god-damn, don't you know my status
I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
No need to my name, the only thing that matters
For who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow
Your thinking that's hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to
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 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 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 none of clowns their ground
with the prince of the underground
Sounds like I'm ready to wreck now
The on sweat now
Jay-Z's on, be 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 crazy
It's a pity the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the
Like dunnanna dunnanna 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, baby please, g's
Baby, baby, wit crazy
Jay-Z get crazy G's