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 with 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 the writer of writer's
Right now, I don't know where out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie. They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' there
You was right, put work on block. Sell more than they sell
I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do you do homie. Go ahead homie
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

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

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

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

That's 1 and out, go, let's keep it moving. That's 1 song
I mean let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell Rell you say nothing that song
Let's go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. 1 song down
That's heat rock. Let's go. I'm out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm come back in a minute. Ya'll get

[Hell

we got this 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 never heard of fly
Call it how you want in my G's is certified

[Hell
Yo I slow flowes y'all to
These hustlers acting they coke hard to stretch
Any wanting me to put cash in they purse
Like they wrote of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude my cash on the first
Plus I hold a welfare 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 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 said I was a shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it popping 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 supposed to be dead or locked up why he got a
He was just shooting a uzi, now he shooting a
And all his starting to act like groupies
I slow flowed y'all to
These acting like my flow hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the strongest
On or off the court we ball and the sport

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

[Hell
Sleepin' with visions of my enemies
for mercy crawling on the floor like a centipede
Screaming Rell please shoot me I got children
Should've thought about those snotty nose kids when you was
But now I'm on a mission, yeah fresh out the
A stand up who only sit when he shhh
You sit when you pissing, dude
My talent was God-given, got wise by hard
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, ménage
I spit these hard rhythms it like 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 hammers Cam we never leave 'em alone
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 don't really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to
I see the face of a coward
man let the homie breathe give me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my watch hate my
My jewelry going crazy, gotta get new bling
So all praise is due to Hell Rell the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her True

x2]

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

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

[J.R.
Listen pal, I ain't gotta spit, you was not as sick
Foul for a while, look my style is (Anonymous!)
Pound for of piff, smile cuz I'm drowning it
a fake G like a thousand in counterfeits
I can you how to flip that bird
How to hit curb, how to get that served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, that's
Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get slapped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel, put the kick to the pedal
The and the metal, I'm sickening nephew
Listen here...Your F-in engineer 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 than lemon squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch black car wit pitch black wheels
Nice more box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light, the that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, in your sight
You ain't never these F-in Pella in ya life!
I on fresh gear, throw on fresh wear
This is something you will have to throw on year, Yea!

[J.R.
scrap believe me, you need crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of old scratched up CD's
Nigga my swag it's easy
you can see I do the damn thing and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the wit Weezy
of the tenements
Posted up on post, Dominicans
That'll you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you once they Dida 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 at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come what I whip whore
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 about
Killa, hit Sharon, her I need 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 can't say 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 take a slight
Because if you do up here, you bitin
We knocked songs out. You can only do it in one take
That means we didn't punch in. That means I one it
J.R. one taped it. Hell one taped it. We chorused it out
That means the business is
The rhymes is and if you come up here and try freestyle a song
You're bitin (you jackin)
I mean you did a solo Hell Rell right
That you repped BX Borough, you repped the Dominicans
I'm 140 and to the death
So we might as well do something
Capo get ready to the motherfu...uh
Capo the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go
Tape for Santana when he get back
Let's get off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up
go, I got the chorus
You ready, New York City we run the motherfuckin building, me
Take it, it back B I messed up because I'm talking too much
Take it from the top. Take it 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 chicken scratch
What you can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said the Diplomats, what 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!

[J.R.
Listen, I'm worth a couple figures, always all these niggas
That I'm OC, tryin to stuff the 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 by the zipper, burn 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, they seen these type of murderers since Hitler
Shit if I em, I'm quick to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, why your chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and on some shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture me

[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, what y'all kickin this chicken
Ya'll can't wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!