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 Rell's in the building, BX borough. Uhh-huh
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the of writer's
now, I don't know 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 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 to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be Killa
I think I'm go with something different year. I'm go with

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

Say cats did I hang with, slang with, bang bang with
gangsta ganked it left lane to the banquet
Live from the 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 your
The clips change, obtain bricks, exchange
Bricks exchanged, throw the kid change
Look homeboy, I ain't to get no names
of sniffed cocaine, looking at my Diplo chain
The turn you to bisquick mixed with shrimp lo mein
Old ladies just and say "it's yo thang"
Can't deny 'em, down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, listen in, come and get 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 the twilight
It's the of my life
Every gun, car, crib, that I like
Ten on the dope, ten beside knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's night
And they tight, my family ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

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

That's 1 and out, let's go, keep 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
go, Let's 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 come back in a minute. get busy

[Hell

we got this man
Let me a hook on this

J.R. Writer]
It's of hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip you're now tuned 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

[Hell
Yo I slow y'all to death
These hustlers acting like they hard to stretch
Any broads me to put cash in they purse
Like they half of my verse, nope
I a few some credit,tell ya dude 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, you in the trunk
Be at the Funk Flex show, you in the trunk
If they said I couldn't do it, put me to the test
But I proved to all them I was worthy of success
Teacher said I was a uhh, was wasting in her class
It was more like she was wasting mine, I had them 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 they got at Japan
Damn, man I he a gangsta, and he pop his steel
He supposed to be dead or up why he got a deal?
He was just a uzi, now he shooting a movie
And all his starting to act like groupies
I slow flowed y'all to
These hustlers acting like my flow to catch
Man Diplomats we the strongest
On or off the court we ball and ball the

[Hook: J.R.
It's kinda 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 never of fly
Take it how you want it our G's is certified

[Hell
Sleepin' high with visions of my
for mercy crawling on the floor like a centipede
Screaming Rell please don't me I got children
Should've thought about those snotty nose when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, yeah out the kitchen
A stand up dude who only sit he shhh
You sit when you pissing, listen
My talent was God-given, got wise by living
I Sleep all day, haze, ménage women
I spit these hard rhythms it feel a car hit 'em
So leave boy a lone can't you see he in the zone
try to be like 'em can't you see he getting cloned
All this blue and this yellow can't you see it in the
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 on ya door
It's Prada on my
And nah I really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a
Please man let the breathe give me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my hate my ring
My jewelry 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. Let's go Dennis. You moving slow
Let's go Dennis. 2 and out good work. Good work
J.R. you up man. Hold on. 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 dirty (Funk Flex). I mean on. I mean excuse me Flex
Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. do what we told to do
New we run this here. I mean 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.
3 songs and out. Let's do it

My dude riding, he riding in
The oyster with Linguine, you hear me?
a rider!
All in together, we getting cheddar
Yo we get together, you hear me?
a rider!
My riding, he riding in Lamborghinis
The oyster 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 gotta 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 fake G like a thousand in
I can show you how to flip bird
How to hit that curb, how to get that
Youngin, I'm the shhh, word
Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped
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 remember me
Stretch all my enemies, heckler send 'em
But, I got a tek get a G
To his flag like a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than lemon squeeze, wrap chill
Pitch black car wit them pitch wheels
Nice more box, big black steel
you at the red light, the kid's that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in sight
You ain't never these F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh
This is something you will have to throw on year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen scrap believe me, you crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of your old scratched up
Nigga Check my it's easy
That you can see I do the damn and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped the trap wit Weezy
of the tenements
Posted up on post, hundred
That'll clap you soon as you go to wit J
Throw a at you once they hear Dida Le!
Put brains all across the pavement
You niggas singing you singing how you talk to agents
But my name, and I'm a stop
in a box like some cats at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come peep what I whip
A 62, got it jumpin a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, a chill
on freeze, add up to a quarter mil!
I'm bout to my deal, that's what a thug about
Killa, hit Sharon, tell her I another house!
I dig ya out, then 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 to boof that in a cookie like a pad
You rookies are just mad, you say shit to me
You get rid of me, I'm bout to make history

I mean, hold on, that's three and out, on
Don't even play yet put 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 do it in one take
That means we didn't punch in. means I one taped it
J.R. one taped it. Hell Rell one taped it. We it out
That the business is right
The rhymes is right and if you come up here and try a song
bitin (you swagger jackin)
I you did a solo song Hell Rell right
That you repped BX Borough, you repped the Dominicans
I'm 140 and Lennox to the
So we might as well do together
Capo get to take the motherfu...uh
Capo the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go
this for Santana 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. Take it the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon home and hard tonight
I y'all gon home and write hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin this chicken
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, what y'all kickin chicken 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 figures, always hurting all these niggas
That I'm OC, tryin to stuff the in the swisher
Convertible just picture, how I swerve up on sister
Wit a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a
Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em, turn 'em to a
Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to learn that I am
Determined to be bigger, birds I 'em to these niggas
Call the cops, they ain't seen these type of murderers since
if I know em, I'm quick to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why chick on my scrotum
I'm and potent on some shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac picture me rolling

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