Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's 2pac and biggie ?
*Crowd nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (Yeah!)
keep it goin!
[Kane] cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the
[scoob] let the place.. rock.. ill shit
one two.. one two.. one two..
[Scoob] Brooklyn.. jfk, all my niggaz, richie,
Ready to get wreck, uhhh!
shit!
go scoob!

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

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

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

I got seven mack 11's, eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You can't my riches
Even if you had mc and them 357 bitches
smalls; the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the spread
Little gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I tote guns, I number runs
I give mc's the drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay far away
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, to matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony montana sniffed the
That's blunts, mad l's
My voice from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm droppin like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, babies at they christening

[tupac] motherfuckin smalls!
[kane] what you gonna do it tupac?

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