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 America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label

And now I'm accompanied by greatness

My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough.
J.R. here, you know he's the writer of writer's
Right now, I know where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie. They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we over there
You was right, put work on they block. Sell more than sell
I you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go ahead homie
I'm waiting in the for somebody to act stupid. I'm right here
You heard. I to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be Killa
I I'm go with something different 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, checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks
We Guerrilla breathin', Season
Feel the Evening, Season
Watch him kill the paid checks heavy
It's Diplomat Records get ya tape decks

Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang with
gangsta ganked it left lane to the banquet
Live from the borough where Rich became Rich
Purple Rain in the rain it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for lame
The clips change, obtain bricks, bricks
Bricks exchanged, throw the kid some
Look homeboy, I ain't to get no names
Must of 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"
Can't deny 'em, look down my wrist go
Bling bling, listen in, and get some cash
First kiss my ring, ohh no, well my ass
Back in my homes, get ya mind right
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah it's the
It's the highlights of my
Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I
Ten on the dope, ten beside knife
Ten in the hood, ten besides night
And they tied tight, my family tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

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

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. That's 1 down
That's heat rock. Let's go. I'm out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm come in a minute. Ya'll get busy

[Hell

we got this man
Let me hear a on this

[Hook: J.R.
It's of hard 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 my G's is certified

[Hell
Yo I slow y'all to death
These acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any wanting me to put cash in they purse
Like they half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my on the first
Plus I hold a welfare cause that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Martin, throw you in the trunk
Be at the Flex show, with you in the trunk
If they said I couldn't do it, 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 I was a dead shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it popping Cam, up in a drop like Shabam
But why they knocking that man, cause of the on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause got copped at Japan
Damn, man I he a gangsta, and he pop his steel
He supposed to be or locked up why he got a deal?
He was shooting a uzi, now he shooting a movie
And all his mans starting to act like
I slow flowed y'all to
These hustlers acting 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 hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio now tuned in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't never of fly
Take it how you want it coward our G's is

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

x2]

That's 2 and out. go Dennis. You moving slow Dennis
Let's go Dennis. That's 2 and out good work. work
J.R. you up man. on. Stop it. Stop it
D, I mean, you got something to say. 2 and out
We early. put that E.P. together. That's 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 what we 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 son. I just wrote son
Let me see I'm... It's my turn I get a chorus off yet
I'm go in first then.
That's 3 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 getting
Yo cheddar we get together, you me?
a rider!
My dude riding, he in Lamborghinis
The mixed with Linguine, you hear me?
a rider
All together, together we getting
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 pound of piff, smile cuz I'm it
Yous a G like 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 heard?
Huh, get wit a rebel, I'll put the kick to the pedal
The clip and the metal, I'm nephew
here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my level
Dipset is B, bet y'all remember me
Stretch all my enemies, heckler '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 wrap
black car wit them pitch black wheels
Nice more box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light, the kid's real!
Stepping in his Nikes, in your sight
You never seen these F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh
This is you will have to throw on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen believe me, you need crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of your old scratched up
Check my swag it's easy
That you can see I do the thing and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I through the trap wit Weezy
Front of the
Posted up on post, Dominicans
That'll you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you once they hear Le!
Put your all across the pavement
You niggas singing like you singing how you to agents
But drop my name, and I'm a
Throw in a box like some cats at a game
I drops mane, come peep what I whip whore
A 62, got it like a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, a chill
Sleeves on freeze, add up to a mil!
I'm bout to talk my deal, that's a thug about
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 them
What you think? Naw I a rookie wit it fag
She'll have to boof in a cookie like a pad
You rookies are mad, you can't say shit to me
You gotta get rid of me, I'm bout to make

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

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin this chicken
you can't g-get 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 this scratch
can't 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, always hurting all these
That I'm OC, tryin to the purple in the swisher
Convertible just picture, how I up on your sister
Wit a dance, tip dance turn her to a stripper
Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em, 'em to a pisser
'em mister in a river, you going to learn that I am sicker
Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these
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 your chick on my
I'm lifted and potent on some that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac picture me rolling

[Hook:
I said It's the Diplomats, 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!