Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's and biggie smalls? ?
goes nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
mister cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get 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 for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, here we we go
Can I can I can I a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they hang
Don't give me no lip, give me no backtalk, yeah break north
make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggaz my style, God dammit
it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard shaquille, oh you better kneel
you see me comin, big scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the tour
dough in my pockets big like 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 don't try me, you walk by me
do you like the first part in menace ii society
Like cypress hill, yo, I'm
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump the house of pain
Bang biggy bang bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, can't hang
Bang bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin 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 at, where Brooklyn at
Where Brooklyn at, Brooklyn at
We gonna do it this
Anytime you're ready, it

I got seven mack 11's, about eight
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You touch my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and 357 bitches
Biggie the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the spread
Little gotti got the shotty to your
So don't resist, or you might miss
I guns, I make 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 remarkable, peace to matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony montana the llello
crazy blunts, mad l's
My voice excels from the to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, babies at they christening

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

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your middle finger
We gonna do shit like this
I thank the for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, the barrel of a smith & wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go
nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the as a hustler, told ya
A soldier, buckin 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 like a motherfucker, livin I - wanna
And no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug life crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me
In a high speed chase the law
The realest motherfucker that you saw