Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's 2pac and biggie ?
*Crowd nuts*
yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
mister 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, it, check 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 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 know they hang
Don't me no lip, don't 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
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and me slam it
Hard shaquille, oh you better kneel
When you see me comin, big scoob got em
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 pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in ii society
Like hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll shoot a in your toe
I'll make you jump like the house of
biggy bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
Bang bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

[kane] biggie smalls, why you come do it?

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

I got seven mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You touch my riches
Even if you had mc and them 357 bitches
Biggie smalls; the millionaire, the mansion, the
The two weed spots, the two hot
That's how I got the weed
I shot dread in the head, the bread and the lamb spread
Little got the shotty to your body
So resist, or you might miss christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I give the runs drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far
Everybody hit the
My slow remarkable, peace to matteo
Now we weed like Tony montana sniffed the llello
crazy blunts, mad l's
My voice from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

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