Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got for snitches
No love for
thugs in ditches
When my trigger itches
I got a rep make police jet
to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith
Is Big L Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no dough
I'm known for yoking
And beatin them with smoking
Leavin token blacks with broken and open caps
So with that bullshit, to the rear son
The last you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I strike men lightning
You see what in my last fight friend?
then
I beat kids lead pipes
I leave a trail of mic's
Where I'm from, jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and
are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs
Clowns get smoked a thousand volts
For selling pounds of
Front in this town and get a tech down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a
And a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks make your hotty stare
I keep a near
It's the nigga with hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm to roast
Until the is ghost
I own the most
I'm leaving comatose
and get your brain pinched
Big L will your whole gang lynched
I started dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a gift
The other night some snake
And got a hot face lift
All through school I had braids
I mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that me bad grades
I the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques
And I'm the nigga police hate in each
I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your hamper
drop when my glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle
You know my clown, so bow down

(Jay-Z)
Brothers can beg and
Still sorrow
When Jay-Z, Zorro, get in that ass
luck tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you
You need slow down, or get your ass tore
it out, I'm too cocky
To stop me, you gotta me
And I'm gone, you can still feel me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens
Even if won't let me in Heaven
I raise hell, till its
Recognize, the black cat the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game missiles
As projected, all ho's affected by this
I mack like Goldie, go like the oldies
But the goody, R&B bitches wearin hoodies
They don't be knowin the way I be
When I be goin, I be running the track Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural
The way that you do things wit a swing and em rockin like...
You say you run, if ever you come
never you run so fast in your life to never have won
Come on and ride the
I be like jizm
Just like the gods I start knowledge and follow with wisdom
For understanding
I'm landing and
Knocking sense those that 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, gimme that, that
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no
incredible
Even my is federal
kidnapping, extortion and corruption
So you know, me will never come
a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, bowels to move
When I'm creeping through your hood a thousand little dudes
Um. the peace like Islam
I make your rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when y'all
Betcha lyrics jump off the track like racing
Emcee's trying to be the
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 I found I could do it myself
I get up

(Big L)
My crew be deliverin hot lead gats are clenched
Rappers I and lynch
Nobody can with the way I be killing the shit in rap events
Big L is the nigga you
To catch in any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents met yet
I'm feeling like Billy
My rap is past great
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass
I probably got your strung
Niggaz me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get hung
Never had a gassed
Got loot cause I bread
Try to tax and beat your fagot ass half-dead
I stomp white cops till the stops
For a low hops
my blood is colder than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't a block war
Cause my crew will kill a nigga from the to the top floor
And every time a eleven bucks
I'm at least seven ducks
I never was a of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fight
All chicks shit, ain't no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a hun
Fuck love, all I got for is hard dick and bubble gum
And clown emcee's I be attacking
I'm on some rappin and some car jackin shit
I ran up on nigga name Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry but get up out of that
My 38 great, so make a mistake and hesitate
I can't to demonstrate this nickel plate
He listen to what I was speakin
He reaching
So I him sleepin with 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 understand, well, god-damn, don't you know my status
I'm flowing the fattest, that is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
No need to explain my name, the only thing that
For suckers who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to
Your thinking that's hollow, the is too rugged to follow
I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, bam
Let me take a breath...god damn
The kid is a
I'm destined to make eight digits
Met up with L on the road to
As soon as I up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
Whatever I touch, I clutch
You I'm gonna end ya, uh
The nigga don't play, hey, the nigga play, hey
Hahahhhh, here I 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 gonna do to the man?
I see you your little crew... and?
I'm still comin velocity, check it out
Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't none of the fuckin around
none of clowns standing their ground
with the crowned prince of the
Sounds like I'm ready to catch now
The on sweat now
Jay-Z's on, be gone to the town
Punk, up and get beat down
Check it out, check it out, it out
Ladies be out of their seats now
I got crazy skills
It's a the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the city
dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun 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, baby please, g's
Baby, baby, wit crazy
Jay-Z get crazy G's