Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

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

And now I'm accompanied by greatness

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

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

Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang bang
Blain gangsta ganked it left lane to the
Live the borough where Rich Porter became Rich
Purple in the rain explains it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for lame
The clips change, bricks, exchange bricks
Bricks exchanged, the kid some change
Look homeboy, I trying to get no names
of sniffed cocaine, looking at my Diplo chain
The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed shrimp lo mein
Old just 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 ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, 5 mics

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

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

Rell]

Alright we got man
Let me hear a hook on

[Hook: J.R.
It's kind of to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now in to the Hardest Out
Slash the to ride, you ain't never heard of fly
Call it how you want in nigga my G's is

Rell]
Yo I slow y'all to death
hustlers acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any wanting me to put cash in they purse
Like wrote half of my verse, nope
I give a few credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the first
I hold 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 them suckers I was of success
Teacher I was a uhh, was wasting time in her class
It was more like she was wasting mine, I had dimes on the ave
Mamma said I was a dead locked up in a can
Nope, got it with Cam, up in a drop like Shabam
But why they knocking that man, of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause 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 y'all to death
These acting like my flow hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the strongest
On or off the court we and ball the sport

J.R. Writer]
It's kinda hard to that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio now tuned in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you never heard of fly
Take it how you want it our G's is certified

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

x2]

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

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

[J.R.
Listen pal, I ain't gotta spit, you was not as sick
for a while, look my style is anonymous (Anonymous!)
Pound for pound of piff, smile cuz I'm it
Yous a fake G a thousand in counterfeits
I can show you how to that bird
How to hit that curb, how to get served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, that's
Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped
Huh, come get wit a rebel, I'll put the kick to the
The clip and the metal, I'm sickening
Listen here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my
Dipset is forever B, bet y'all me
Stretch all my enemies, send 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To drop his flag like a ref on a
I'm fresher than lemon squeeze, wrist chill
Pitch black car wit pitch black wheels
Nice more stash box, big steel
Leave you at the red light, the kid's real!
in his Nikes, freshest in your sight
You ain't seen these F-in 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 scrap me, you need crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of your old scratched up
Nigga Check my swag easy
That you can see I do the thing and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the wit Weezy
Front of the
Posted up on post, hundred
That'll you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you once hear Dida Le!
Put your brains all the pavement
You singing like you singing how you talk 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, a chill
on freeze, add up to a quarter mil!
I'm bout to talk my deal, that's what a thug
Killa, hit Sharon, tell her I another house!
I dig ya mother out, put her in a cab
Gas her up then hit the hooker wit slabs
What you think? Naw I a rookie wit it fag
She'll have to boof that in a cookie a pad
You are just mad, you can't say shit to me
You gotta get rid of me, I'm bout to history

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

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all this chicken scratch
What you can't g-get wit that, homeboy go a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin this chicken scratch
Ya'll g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
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 just picture, how I swerve up on your
Wit a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a
Ya the burner by the zipper, em, turn 'em to a pisser
Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to learn I am sicker
Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these
Call the cops, ain't seen these type of murderers since Hitler
if I know em, I'm quick to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, why your chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on some shit is potent
Fresh out the pot, couldn't picture me rolling

Cam'Ron]
I said the Diplomats, y'all kickin 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 this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!