Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's 2pac and smalls? ?
*Crowd nuts*
yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
[Scoob] 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, it, check it
This for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
oh no, look at the cloud, it's 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 your motherfuckin head off
Once again, know my style, God dammit
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me 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
dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in cb4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the
wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better by me
I'll do you like the part in menace ii society
Like cypress hill, yo, I'm
I'll shoot a hole in toe
I'll you jump like the house of pain
Bang biggy bang bang bang
can't hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin can't hang..

biggie smalls, why don't you come do it?

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

I got seven mack 11's, about eight
Nine 9's, ten tens, the shits 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 shot in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might christmas
I tote guns, I make number
I mc's the runs drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay far away
hit the d-e-c-k
My flow's remarkable, peace to matteo
Now we smoke like Tony montana sniffed the llello
That's blunts, mad l's
My voice excels the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at christening

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

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