Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's 2pac and biggie ?
*Crowd goes
[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.. 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 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 can't hang
oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz they can't 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 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
When you see me comin, big got em runnin
Sex when I flex I wreck on the world tour
dough in my pockets 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 don't try me, you walk by me
do you like the first part in menace ii society
Like cypress hill, yo, I'm
I'll shoot a hole in toe
I'll make you like the house of pain
biggy bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, can't hang
Bang biggy 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 this
Where Brooklyn at, where at
Brooklyn at, where Brooklyn at
We gonna do it this
Anytime ready, check it

I got seven mack 11's, about eight
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never
You touch my riches
Even if you had mc and them 357 bitches
smalls; the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot
That's how I got the spot
I shot in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you might christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I give the runs drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far
hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow's remarkable, to matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony montana sniffed the
crazy blunts, mad l's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail
Oh my god, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

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