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 for the crown
[scoob] let the place.. rock.. that ill
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, check it, it
This for the motherfuckin record
Here we we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I 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 north
Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin off
Once again, niggaz know my style, God
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 when I 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 takin the
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a
So try me, you better walk 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 you jump like the house of pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang
can't hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin can't hang..

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

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

I got seven mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You can't my riches
Even if you had mc and them 357 bitches
Biggie smalls; the millionaire, the mansion, the
The two spots, the two hot glocks
how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, the bread and the lamb spread
Little gotti got the shotty to your
So don't resist, or you might christmas
I tote guns, I number runs
I mc's 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 sniffed the
That's blunts, mad l's
My voice from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at christening

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

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