Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's 2pac and biggie ?
*Crowd nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
[Kane] 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, check it, it
This for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
Motherfuckin can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna
But I don't a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't me no backtalk, yeah break north
make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggaz know my style, God
Unless it's on the cut so me the mic and watch me slam it
like shaquille, oh you better kneel
When you see me comin, big scoob got em
Sex when I I catch wreck on the world tour
With dough in my big like 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 try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in menace ii
cypress hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll shoot a in your toe
I'll make you jump like the house of
Bang biggy bang bang bang
Niggaz hang, niggaz can't hang
biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

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

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

I got mack 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You touch my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and 357 bitches
Biggie smalls; the millionaire, the mansion, the
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 to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I tote guns, I make runs
I mc's the runs drippin
I throw 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 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, smackin at they christening

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

Yeah where the motherfuckin at?
your motherfuckin middle finger
We do this shit like this
I thank the lord for my many blessings, never
Keep a vest for protection, from the of a smith & wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us a mack-10
in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A soldier, buckin at the bustaz
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 like I -
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
Thug life crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, me nigga
Zig zaggin the freeway, race me nigga
In a high chase with the law
The realest motherfucker you ever saw