Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got for snitches
No love for
Puttin in ditches
When my trigger finger
I got a rep make police jet
Known to get a wet
I beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I got no hotel dough
I'm for yoking jacks
And beatin them with gats
Leavin token blacks with broken and open caps
So with bullshit, step to the rear son
The last thing you with Big L is a fair one
in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what happened in my last friend?
then
I beat with lead pipes
I leave a trail of mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red
Old get mugged and raided
are drug related
And we live by the rules that thugs created
get smoked about a thousand volts
For pounds 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 a goon
And break a like a plastic spoon
I got the that make your hotty stare
I a shotty near
It's the with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to
Until the is ghost
Props I own the
I'm leaving comatose
Front and get brain pinched
Big L will have whole gang lynched
I smoking dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great
The night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face
All through school I had braids
I mad blades
Stabbing teachers to that gave me bad grades
I the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques
And I'm the nigga police hate in state
Cause I'm the neighborhood
Punk vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's
Cops drop when my makes a pow sound
I'm a whyle town
You know my clown, so bow down

(Jay-Z)
can beg and borrow
Still feel
Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass
Better tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never you rush
You need down, or get your ass tore down
it out, I'm too cocky
To stop me, you kill me
And I'm gone, you can still feel me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens
if they won't let me in Heaven
I raise hell, till its
Recognize, the cat with the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, its bad to cross me
I'm poppin Crystal, game like missiles
As projected, all ho's affected by style
I mack like Goldie, go like the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B 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 wit a swing and have em rockin like...
You say never you run, if ever you
It's never you run so fast in your to never have won
Come on and ride the
I be producing jizm
Just like the gods I start with knowledge and follow with
For understanding
I'm landing and
Knocking sense into those that me, ha
Enticin when through tracks
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 take
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck
You see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no
Jigga
my thoughts is federal
Like kidnapping, and corruption
So you know, beatin me never come
a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, bowels to move
When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand dudes
Um. We're the peace Islam
I your eyes rise like yeast
Surprise, I no fear when facing y'all
Betcha lyrics jump off the like racing cars
Emcee's trying to be the
And even in dying, be this def (death)
I see no reason to stop
Ever since L "Throw three g's in"
And we can get down and the wealth
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 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 ahead of my time, my parents met yet
I'm feeling like Billy
My rap style is great
I to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I got your mommy strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Connie
My clan plans to get hung
Never had a head
Got cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your ass half-dead
I stomp cops till the life stops
For a low hops
Cause my 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 every time a eleven bucks
I'm killing at seven ducks
I never was a of Reverend Butts
The bitch I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks ain't shit, no such thing as Miss Right
So we can never be a 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 Mac in a black ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry jack but get up out of
My 38 great, so make a mistake and hesitate
I can't wait to demonstrate this plate
He listen to what I was speakin
He started
So I left him sleepin with his leaking

Aight, back to my man

(Jay-Z)
As soon as I it, I eat it up like a savage
And no I have 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 my status
I'm flowing the fattest, mmmm is, mmmm, I'm the baddest
No need to explain my name, the thing that matters
For suckers who bite me, find I'm a bit much to swallow
thinking that's hollow, the rhythm is too rugged to follow
I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, bam
Let me a little breath...god damn
The kid is a
I'm definitely to make eight digits
Met up with L on the to riches
As as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
I touch, whatever 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
are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm whyle
But a boo boo boo bam, what you niggaz gonna do to the
I see you brought your little crew...
I'm still with velocity, check it out
Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't of the clowns fuckin around
Ain't of clowns standing their ground
the crowned prince of the underground
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 down
Check it out, check it out, it out
Ladies be comin out of seats now
I got crazy skills
It's a pity the way I'm ripping rugged rhythm through the
Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun
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 crazy
Jay-Z get crazy G's