Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

New City, you are now tuned in to America's # 1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction with America's # 1 DJ, Funkmaster
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 rap label

And right now I'm by greatness

My man Rell's in the building, BX borough. Uhh-huh
J.R. here, you know he's the writer of writer's
Right now, I don't know Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie. told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put work on they block. Sell than they sell
I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go ahead
I'm waiting in the for somebody to act stupid. I'm right here
You heard. I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I to be Killa
I think I'm go with something this year. I'm go with

[Hook: J.R. and Cam'Ron]
Yo! We Guerrilla breathin', we Guerrilla
It's the Dips, get the drift, is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, Paid checks
King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
We Guerrilla breathin', Season
Feel the Evening, Season
Watch him kill the season paid heavy
It's Diplomat Records get ya tape ready

Say what did I hang with, slang with, bang bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it lane to the banquet
Live from the borough where Porter became Rich
Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for your
The clips change, obtain bricks, bricks
Bricks exchanged, the kid some change
Look homeboy, I ain't trying to get no
of sniffed cocaine, looking at my Diplo chain
The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed with lo mein
Old ladies stop and say "it's yo thang"
deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, listen in, come and get cash
kiss my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass
Back in my homes, get ya mind right
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah the twilight
It's the highlights of my
Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I
Ten on the dope, ten that's knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's night
And they tied tight, my family tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, 5 mics

J.R. Writer]
You gotta feel the heathen, we breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa
Watch him kill the season, paid heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape ready
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerrilla
the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, paid checks
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks

That's 1 and out, let's go, let's keep it moving. That's 1
I mean let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell Rell you ain't say nothing that
Let's go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. 1 song down
That's rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm come back in a minute. get busy

Rell]

Alright we got man
Let me a hook on this

J.R. Writer]
It's kind of to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now tuned in to the Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't never of fly
Call it how you want in my G's is certified

Rell]
Yo I slow flowes to death
These hustlers acting like they hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put in they purse
they wrote half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya bring my cash on the first
Plus I a welfare card cause that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the
Be at the Funk Flex show, with you in the
If said I couldn't do it, they put me to the test
But I proved to all suckers I was worthy of success
Teacher said I was a uhh, was wasting in her class
It was like she was wasting mine, I had them dimes on the ave
said I was a dead shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it popping with Cam, up in a like Shabam
But why they knocking that man, of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air Forces never see cause they got copped at Japan
Damn, man I know he a gangsta, and he pop his
He to be dead or locked up why he got a deal?
He was just a uzi, now he shooting a movie
And all his mans starting to act groupies
I slow flowed to death
These hustlers acting like my flow to catch
Man we the strongest force
On or off the court we and ball the sport

[Hook: J.R.
It's hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip you're now tuned in to the Hardest Out
the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly
Take it how you it coward our G's is certified

Rell]
Sleepin' high with of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the floor like a
Screaming please don't shoot me I got children
Should've thought about those nose kids when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, fresh out the kitchen
A stand up dude who only sit he shhh
You sit you pissing, dude listen
My talent was God-given, got by hard living
I Sleep all day, haze, ménage women
I spit these hard rhythms it like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a lone you see he in the zone
Dudes try to be like 'em can't you see he cloned
All this blue and this yellow can't you see it in the
And yeah we brought them Cam we never leave 'em alone
So back, I'm poppin off the 4
Heaven let me in because I'm knocking on ya
It's Prada on my
And nah I don't do to many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a
Please man let the homie give me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my watch my ring
My jewelry going crazy, get some new bling
So all praise is due to Hell Rell the new religion
ya girl pop 2 in her True Religions

x2]

That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving slow
go Dennis. That's 2 and out good work. Good work
J.R. you up man. Hold on. it. Stop it
D, I mean, you got to say. That's 2 and out
We early. Koch put E.P. together. That's 2 songs
Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean come on. I mean me Flex
Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we to do
New York we run here. I mean Pardon, listen it's J.R.'s turn
I'm do the chorus, you Let me get this son. I just wrote son
Let me see I'm... It's my turn I ain't get a off yet
I'm go in first then.
3 songs and out. Let's do it

My riding, he riding in Lamborghinis
The oyster mixed Linguine, you hear me?
a rider!
All in together, together we cheddar
Yo cheddar we get together, you me?
a rider!
My dude riding, he in Lamborghinis
The oyster mixed with Linguine, you me?
a rider
All together, together we cheddar
You dude's you better, why?
a rider!

[J.R.
Listen pal, I ain't spit, child you was not as sick
Foul for a while, look my is anonymous (Anonymous!)
Pound for of piff, smile cuz I'm drowning it
Yous a fake G like a thousand in
I can show you how to that bird
How to hit that curb, how to get served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, word
Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel, put the kick to the pedal
The clip and the metal, I'm sickening
here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my level
Dipset is forever B, bet y'all me
Stretch all my enemies, heckler 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To drop his flag a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch black car wit them pitch black
more stash box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light, the that real!
in his Nikes, freshest in your sight
You ain't never seen these Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, on fresh wear
This is something you will have to on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen believe me, you need crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of old scratched up CD's
Nigga Check my swag easy
That you can see I do the damn and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the trap wit
Front of the
Posted up on post, Dominicans
That'll clap you as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you once hear Dida Le!
Put your brains all the pavement
You niggas singing like you singing how you to agents
But my name, and I'm a stop
Throw in a box some cats at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come peep what I whip
A 62, got it like a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, caught a
on freeze, add up to a quarter mil!
I'm bout to talk my deal, that's what a about
Killa, hit Sharon, her I need another house!
I dig ya out, then put her in a cab
Gas her up then hit the wit them slabs
What you think? Naw I ain't a wit it fag
She'll to boof that in a cookie like a pad
You are just mad, you can't say shit to me
You gotta get rid of me, I'm to make history

I mean, hold on, three and out, hold on
Don't even yet put that on pause B
New York City, we gonna a slight intermission
if you do this up here, you bitin
We knocked three out. You can only do it in one take
That means we punch in. That means I one taped it
J.R. one it. Hell Rell one taped it. We chorused it out
That means the is right
The rhymes is right and if you come up here and try freestyle a
bitin (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo Hell Rell right
That means you repped BX Borough, you the Dominicans
I'm 140 and to the death
So we might as well do together
Capo get ready to the motherfu...uh
Capo the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go
Tape this for Santana when he get
Let's get 16's off, I got the on this, y'all back up
go, I got the chorus
You ready, New City we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me
Take it, take it back B I messed up I'm talking too much
Take it from the top. Take it the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon and write hard tonight
I know y'all gon and write hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin this scratch
What you can't wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!

[J.R.
Listen, I'm worth a couple figures, hurting all these niggas
That I'm OC, tryin to the purple in the swisher
Convertible picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit a dance, tip dance that'll her to a stripper
Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em, 'em to a pisser
Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to that I am sicker
to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these niggas
Call the cops, they ain't seen these type of since Hitler
if I know em, I'm quick to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on shit that is potent
out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture me rolling

[Hook:
I said It's the Diplomats, y'all this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin this scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that, go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!