Luyện nghe bài hát 7 Minute Freestyle

(Big L)
Yo, it
Yo, I got slugs for
No love for
Puttin in ditches
my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that police jet
Known to get a wet
I never beg for like Keith Sweat
Is Big L Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel
I'm known for yoking
And beatin them smoking gats
Leavin token blacks broken backs 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 men like lightning
You see what happened in my last friend?
then
I beat kids with pipes
I leave a trail of mic's
Where I'm from, jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and
Crimes are drug
And we live by the street rules thugs created
Clowns get smoked a thousand volts
For pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck your throat
I'm tellin you shit is to get drastic soon
I'm to blast a goon
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 hair who Gotti
Tracks I'm to roast
the microphone is ghost
Props I own the
I'm niggaz comatose
and get your brain pinched
Big L have your whole gang lynched
I started smoking and been insane since
This rap was a great gift
The other night some riffed
And got a hot face lift
All through high school I had
I mad blades
Stabbing to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef
Cause my techniques
And I'm the nigga police hate in each
I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother
Fuck around find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my 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, 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 me, you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can still me
On the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens
Even if they won't let me in
I hell, till its Heaven
Recognize, the black cat with the nine
Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to me
I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like
As projected, all ho's affected by this
I mack like Goldie, go like the oldies
But the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin
They be knowin the way I be flowin
I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural
The way that you do things wit a swing and em rockin like...
You say never you run, if you come
It's never you run so in your life to never have won
on and ride the rhythm
I be producing jizm
Just like the gods I start with and follow with wisdom
For understanding
I'm blows and
Knocking sense into those that me, ha
Enticin when through tracks
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 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
Jigga
my thoughts is federal
Like kidnapping, and corruption
So you know, me will never come
Like a nun or tomorrow, I'm too thorough,
I make moves, bowels to move
When I'm creeping your hood with a thousand little dudes
Um. the peace like Islam
I make your eyes rise yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear facing y'all
Betcha lyrics jump off the track like cars
Emcee's trying to be the
And even in dying, be this def (death)
I see no reason to stop
Ever since L said "Throw g's in"
And we can get and split the wealth
That's when I I could do it myself
I get up

(Big L)
My be deliverin hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and
Nobody can fuck the way I be killing the shit in rap events
Big L is the nigga you
To wreck in any cassette deck
I'm so of my time, my parents haven't met yet
I'm feeling like Bathgate
My rap is past great
I love to fuck a bitch from the and watch her ass shake
I probably got your strung
Niggaz hear me and take more notes than Chung
My clan plans to get Guillianni
had a gassed head
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 price
Cause my blood is colder an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't a block war
Cause my crew will kill a from the lobby to the top floor
And every time a eleven bucks
I'm at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fight
All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such as Miss Right
So we can never be a hun
Fuck love, all I got for is hard dick and bubble gum
And emcee's I be attacking quick
I'm on some rappin and some car jackin shit
I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a ac
And put the gat to his cap,
Sorry jack but get up out of
My 38 works great, so make a and hesitate
I can't to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to I was speakin
He reaching
So I left him sleepin with his temple

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 have it, I get it 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, that 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 that's 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 definitely destined to make eight
Met up with L on the to riches
As soon as I up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh
I touch, whatever 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
are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm whyle
But a boo boo boo bam, you niggaz gonna do to the man?
I see you brought your 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 clowns their ground
with the crowned of the underground
Sounds I'm ready to catch wreck now
The on sweat 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 comin out of seats now
Shit I got crazy
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
Watch get crazy G's