Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

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

And right now I'm by greatness

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

Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang with
Blain gangsta it left lane to the banquet
Live from the borough where Rich became Rich
Purple Rain in the 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, throw the kid change
homeboy, I ain't trying to get no names
Must of sniffed cocaine, at my Diplo chain
The biscuit turn you to mixed with shrimp lo mein
Old just stop and say "it's yo thang"
Can't deny 'em, 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 zone homes, get ya right
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah the twilight
the highlights of my life
Every gun, car, crib, that I like
Ten on the dope, ten that's beside
Ten in the hood, ten that's night
And they tied tight, my ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

J.R. Writer]
You gotta the heathen, we guerrilla breathin'
the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, paid heavy
King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
You gotta feel the heathen, we breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa
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 it moving. That's 1 song
I mean let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell you ain't say nothing that song
Let's go, Let's go. I mean 1 and out. That's 1 song down
heat rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm come back in a minute. Ya'll get

Rell]

Alright we got man
Let me hear a on this

[Hook: J.R.
It's kind of hard to doubt we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't heard of fly
Call it how you want in nigga my G's is

Rell]
Yo I slow y'all to death
These hustlers acting like they hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put cash in they
Like they wrote of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my 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 I was worthy of success
said I was a uhh, was wasting time in her class
It was more like she was mine, I had them dimes on the ave
Mamma I was a dead shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it popping with Cam, up in a drop Shabam
But why they knocking that man, cause of the on his hand
Or the Air Forces never see cause they got copped at Japan
Damn, man I he a gangsta, and he pop his steel
He supposed to be dead or locked up why he got a
He was just a uzi, now he shooting a movie
And all his mans starting to act groupies
I slow flowed y'all to
These hustlers acting like my flow to catch
Man Diplomats we the force
On or off the we ball and ball the sport

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

[Hell
Sleepin' high 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 those snotty kids when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, yeah out the kitchen
A stand up dude who only sit when he
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 rhythms it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a lone can't you see he in the
try to be like 'em can't you see he getting cloned
All this blue and yellow can't you see it in the stones
And yeah we brought them hammers Cam we leave 'em alone
So back, I'm poppin off the 4
Heaven let me in because I'm on ya door
It's on my whores
And nah I don't really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to
I gotta see the of a coward
Please man let the homie breathe give me a taste of the
My chain hate my watch, my watch my ring
My jewelry going crazy, gotta get some new
So all praise is due to Rell it's the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her Religions

x2]

That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving slow
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 to say. That's 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
me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we told to do
New York we run this here. I mean Pardon, 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... It's my turn I ain't get a off yet
I'm go in first then.
That's 3 songs and out. do it

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

[J.R.
Listen pal, I ain't gotta spit, 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 fake G a thousand in counterfeits
I can show you how to flip bird
How to hit curb, how to get that 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 sickening
here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my level
Dipset is B, bet y'all remember me
Stretch all my enemies, send 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To drop his like a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than lemon squeeze, wrap chill
black car wit them pitch black wheels
Nice more stash box, big steel
Leave you at the red light, the kid's real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in sight
You never seen these F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on wear
This is something you will to throw on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen scrap believe me, you need 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 damn thing and I ain't Fab or
I through the trap 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 they hear Le!
Put your all across the pavement
You singing like you singing how you talk to agents
But drop my name, and I'm a
Throw in a box like some cats at a 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 to talk my deal, that's what a thug about
Killa, hit Sharon, tell her I another house!
I dig ya mother out, put her in a cab
Gas her up hit the hooker wit them slabs
you think? Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag
She'll have to boof that in a cookie a pad
You rookies are mad, you can't say shit to me
You gotta get rid of me, I'm to make history

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

Ya'll Diplomats, kickin this chicken scratch
What you g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats, 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 a couple figures, always hurting all these niggas
That I'm OC, to stuff the purple in the swisher
Convertible just picture, how I swerve up on sister
Wit a dance, tip that'll turn her to a stripper
Ya the by the zipper, burn em, turn '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 niggas
Call the cops, ain't seen these type of murderers since Hitler
Shit if I know em, I'm quick to 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on some shit that is
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't me rolling

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