Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's and biggie smalls? ?
*Crowd nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
mister cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and get down for the crown
[scoob] let the place.. rock.. ill shit
one two.. one two.. one two..
[Scoob] Brooklyn.. jfk, all my niggaz, richie,
to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? uhhh!
shit!
go scoob!

Check it, check it, check it, it
This for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, we here we go
Can I can I can I a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang, I chitty bang bang
niggaz can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they hang
Don't give me no lip, give me no backtalk, yeah break north
Don't make me get my gun and blow your head off
Once again, niggaz know my style, God
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and me slam it
like shaquille, oh you better kneel
When you see me comin, big got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world
With dough in my big like the biscuits, in cb4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm the dough
They wouldn't you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in ii society
Like cypress hill, yo, I'm
I'll shoot a in your toe
I'll you jump like the house of pain
Bang bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, niggaz can't hang..

[kane] biggie smalls, why don't you do it?

b.i.g.]
One two, one two, gonna do it like
Where Brooklyn at, Brooklyn at
Brooklyn at, where Brooklyn at
We gonna do it like
you're ready, check it

I got seven mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the never ends
You touch my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and them 357
Biggie smalls; the millionaire, the mansion, the
The two spots, the two hot glocks
That's how I got the spot
I dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I guns, I make number runs
I give mc's the runs
When I my clip in the ak, I slay from far away
hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to
Now we weed like Tony montana sniffed the llello
crazy blunts, mad l's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail
Oh my god, I'm shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at christening

[tupac] biggie smalls!
[kane] you gonna do with it tupac?

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
your motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do shit like this
I thank the lord for my blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a & wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, we go again
nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the as a hustler, told ya
A soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I -
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me
Zig through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase the law
The realest that you ever saw