Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's 2pac and smalls? ?
goes nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (Yeah!)
keep it goin!
[Kane] cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and get down for the crown
[scoob] let the place.. rock.. that ill
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
here for the motherfuckin 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 can't hang
oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't
Don't give me no lip, don't me no backtalk, yeah 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 give me the mic and watch me it
Hard like shaquille, oh you kneel
When you see me comin, big scoob got em
Sex when I flex I 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 if you had a afro
So don't try me, you walk by me
I'll do you the first part in menace ii society
cypress hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll shoot a hole in toe
I'll you jump like the house of pain
Bang bang biggy bang bang
can't hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

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

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

I got seven 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You can't touch my
Even if you had mc and them 357 bitches
Biggie the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot
how I got the weed 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 miss christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I give the runs drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I from far away
hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to
Now we smoke weed like Tony montana the llello
crazy blunts, mad l's
My excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin at they christening

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

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