Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's 2pac and smalls? ?
goes nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
mister cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and get down for the crown
let the place.. rock.. that 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, it, check it
This here for the motherfuckin
Here we here we we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
Well oh no, at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they hang
Don't me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break north
Don't me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off
again, niggaz 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 the dough
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 hill, yo, I'm insane
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the house of
Bang biggy bang bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin can't hang..

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

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

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

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

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