Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] 2pac and biggie smalls? ?
goes nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (Yeah!)
keep it goin!
[Kane] cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get 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, it, check 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 a motherfuckin flow
chitty bang 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 know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break
Don't me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggaz know my style, God
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me it
Hard like shaquille, oh you better
When you see me comin, big scoob got em
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world
With dough in my pockets big the biscuits, in cb4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm the dough
They pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better by me
I'll do you like the first part in ii society
Like hill, yo, I'm insane
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump the house of pain
Bang biggy 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, gonna do it like
Where Brooklyn at, where at
Where Brooklyn at, Brooklyn at
We gonna do it like
you're ready, check it

I got seven mack 11's, eight 38's
9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends
You can't my riches
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 got the shotty to your body
So resist, or you might miss christmas
I tote guns, I number runs
I give mc's the drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to
Now we smoke weed like Tony montana the llello
That's blunts, mad l's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail
Oh my god, I'm droppin like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at christening

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

Yeah where the motherfuckin at?
Throw your middle finger
We gonna do this shit 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 separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No how you try, niggaz never die
We retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, corners
like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no at the red lights, I'm sideways
life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, me nigga
In a high speed chase the law
The realest motherfucker you ever saw