Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got slugs for
No for bitches
Puttin thugs in
When my finger itches
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 when I ain't got no hotel
I'm known for jacks
And beatin them with gats
Leavin token blacks with backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, to the rear son
The last thing you with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I strike men lightning
You see happened in my last fight friend?
then
I beat kids with pipes
I a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran red lights
Old folks get mugged and
are drug related
And we live by the street that thugs created
Clowns get smoked a thousand volts
For selling of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your
I'm tellin you shit is about to get soon
I'm quick to blast a
And break a like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty
I a shotty near
It's the nigga with notty who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm to roast
Until the microphone is
I own the most
I'm leaving comatose
Front and get your brain
Big L will have whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been insane
This rap was a great gift
The night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead lift
All through high school I had
I kept mad
teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef
Cause my great
And I'm the nigga police 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 whyle
You know my style clown, so bow

(Jay-Z)
can beg and borrow
Still feel
When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in ass
Better tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never you rush
You need slow down, or get your ass tore
Check it out, I'm too
To me, you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can feel me
On the real, B
The is eternal, I rock the Heavens well
Even if they let me in Heaven
I raise hell, its Heaven
Recognize, the cat with the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm Crystal, shooting game like missiles
As projected, all ho's affected by style
I like Goldie, go back like the oldies
But the goody, R&B bitches wearin hoodies
They don't be the way I be flowin
When I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse
I disrupt the scheme
The way you do things wit a swing and have em rockin like...
You say you run, if ever you come
It's never you run so fast in your life to never won
on and ride the rhythm
I be producing jizm
Just like the gods I start with knowledge and with wisdom
For greater
I'm landing and
Knocking into those that oppose me, ha
Enticin when slicing through
screaming, "Jesus Christ," he's back
And God he can rap
Me and L put on the map
So him his dap
And me, I just take
Gimme those, this, gimme that, fuck that
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy can't see no less
incredible
Even my thoughts is
Like kidnapping, and corruption
So you know, beatin me never come
Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough,
I moves, cause bowels to move
When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little
Um. the peace like Islam
I make your eyes rise yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing
Betcha lyrics jump off the track 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 said "Throw 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 deliverin hot lead gats are clenched
Rappers I and lynch
Nobody can fuck 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 ahead of my time, my parents met yet
I'm feeling like Bathgate
My rap style is past
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass
I probably got your strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes Connie Chung
My clan to get Guillianni hung
Never had a head
Got cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your ass half-dead
I stomp white cops the life stops
For a low price
Cause my blood is than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't a block war
Cause my crew kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And time a mack eleven bucks
I'm at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist
All chicks ain't shit, no such thing as Miss Right
So we can be a couple hun
Fuck love, all I got for ho's is dick and bubble gum
And emcee's I be attacking quick
I'm on some rappin shit and car jackin shit
I ran up on this nigga Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry jack but get up out of
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 like a
And no I have it, I get it together like a marriage
I'm seeking all rappers, I'm on my p's and q's and
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 explain my name, the only that matters
For suckers who bite me, they 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 take a little breath...god
The kid is a
I'm definitely destined to make eight
Met up with L on the to riches
As soon as I step up, nah, I'm in the, uh
Whatever I touch, I clutch
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
Niggaz are do 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 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
none of clowns standing their ground
with the crowned prince of the
Sounds I'm ready to catch wreck now
The heats on now
Jay-Z's on, be to the next town
Punk, jump up and get beat
Check it out, check it out, it out
be comin out of their seats now
Shit I got crazy
a pity the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the city
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 them
J-A, baby, baby please, g's
Baby, baby, wit ease
Jay-Z get crazy G's