Luyện nghe bài hát Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Freestyle

[kane] where's and biggie smalls? ?
*Crowd nuts*
yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
mister cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the
[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, it, check it, check it
This here for the record
Here we here we we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
Chitty chitty bang, I chitty bang bang
niggaz can't hang
Well oh no, at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, give me no backtalk, yeah break north
Don't make me get my gun and your motherfuckin head off
again, niggaz know my style, God dammit
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and me slam it
Hard like shaquille, oh you better
When you see me comin, big got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world
With in my pockets big like the biscuits, in cb4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm the dough
They wouldn't pick you if you had a afro
So try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the first in menace ii society
Like cypress hill, yo, I'm
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, can't hang
Bang biggy bang bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

biggie smalls, why don't you come do it?

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

I got seven 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You can't my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and 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 dread in the head, the bread and the lamb spread
Little gotti got the shotty to your
So resist, or you might miss christmas
I tote guns, I make number
I give mc's the runs
When I throw my clip in the ak, I from far away
hit the d-e-c-k
My flow's remarkable, peace to matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony montana sniffed the
That's blunts, mad l's
My voice excels from the avenue to cells
Oh my god, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at christening

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

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