Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

New York City, you are now tuned in to # 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 accompanied by

My man Rell's in the building, BX borough. Uhh-huh
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 eatin' there
You was right, put work on they block. Sell than they sell
I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do you do homie. Go ahead homie
I'm in the wings for somebody to act stupid. I'm right here
You heard. I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be
I think I'm go with different this year. I'm go with

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

Say what cats did I hang with, with, bang bang with
gangsta ganked it left lane to the banquet
Live from the borough where Rich Porter Rich
Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for your
The clips change, bricks, exchange bricks
Bricks exchanged, the kid some change
homeboy, I ain't trying to get no names
Must of sniffed cocaine, at my Diplo chain
The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed shrimp lo mein
Old ladies stop and say "it's yo thang"
Can't deny 'em, look 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 it's the
It's the highlights of my
gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I like
Ten on the dope, ten that's beside
Ten in the hood, ten that's besides
And they tight, my family ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, 5 mics

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

That's 1 and out, let's go, let's it moving. That's 1 song
I let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell Rell 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 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 hook on

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

Rell]
Yo I slow y'all to death
These hustlers acting they coke hard to stretch
Any broads me to put cash in they purse
Like wrote half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the
Plus I hold a welfare card that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the
Be at the Flex show, with you in the trunk
If they said I couldn't do it, they put me to the
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 mine, I had them dimes on the ave
Mamma said I was a shot 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 they got 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 just shooting a uzi, now he a movie
And all his mans starting to act groupies
I slow y'all to death
These hustlers acting like my hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the strongest
On or off the court we ball and ball the

[Hook: J.R.
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 never heard of fly
Take it how you want it coward our G's is

[Hell
Sleepin' high visions of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the floor a centipede
Screaming Rell don't shoot me I got children
Should've thought those snotty nose kids when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, yeah out the kitchen
A up dude who only sit when he shhh
You sit when you pissing, listen
My talent was God-given, got wise by hard
I Sleep all day, haze, ménage women
I spit these hard rhythms it feel a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a lone you see he in the zone
try to be like 'em can't you see he getting cloned
All this 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
Heaven let me in I'm knocking on ya door
It's on my whores
And nah I don't really do to many funerals, but I go to yours
I gotta see the face of a
Please man let the homie give me a taste of the power
My chain my watch, my watch hate my ring
My jewelry going crazy, gotta get some new
So all praise is due to Hell it's the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her True

x2]

That's 2 and out. go Dennis. You moving 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 dirty (Funk Flex). I mean on. I mean excuse me Flex
Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we 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 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
That's 3 and out. Let's do it

My riding, he riding in Lamborghinis
The oyster with Linguine, you hear me?
a rider!
All in together, together we cheddar
Yo we get together, you hear me?
a rider!
My dude riding, he riding in
The oyster mixed with Linguine, you me?
He's a
All together, we getting cheddar
You dude's you know better,
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 G like a thousand in counterfeits
I can you how to flip that bird
How to hit that curb, how to get served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, word
Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get slapped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel, I'll put the to the pedal
The and the metal, I'm sickening nephew
Listen here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my
Dipset is B, bet y'all 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 squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch black car wit them pitch wheels
Nice stash 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 gear, throw on fresh wear
is something you will have to throw on next 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 Check my swag easy
That you can see I do the damn thing and I ain't Fab or
I stepped through the wit Weezy
of the tenements
Posted up on post, hundred
That'll clap you soon as you go to wit J
a couple at you once they hear Dida Le!
Put brains all across the pavement
You niggas singing like you singing how you to agents
But my name, and I'm a stop
Throw in a box like some at a hop-scotch game
I drops mane, come peep what I whip whore
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 bout to talk my deal, what a thug about
Killa, hit Sharon, tell her I need house!
I dig ya out, then put her in a cab
Gas her up then hit the hooker wit them
What you think? Naw I ain't a wit it fag
She'll have to boof 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 bout to history

I mean, hold on, that's 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 up here, you bitin
We knocked three out. You can only do it in one take
That means we didn't in. That means I one taped it
J.R. one taped it. Hell Rell one it. We chorused it out
That means the business is
The is right and if you come up here and try freestyle a song
bitin (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo song Hell right
That means you repped BX Borough, you the Dominicans
I'm 140 and Lennox to the
So we as well do something together
get ready to take the motherfu...uh
Capo take the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, go
Tape for Santana when he get back
Let's get off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up
Let's go, I got the
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. Take it the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon home and write tonight
I know y'all gon and write hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin this scratch
What you g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
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 a couple figures, always hurting all these niggas
That I'm OC, to stuff the purple in the swisher
Convertible just picture, how I up on your sister
Wit a dance, tip dance that'll 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 of murderers since Hitler
Shit if I know em, I'm quick to 'em
Wristery frozen, why your chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on some shit is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac picture me rolling

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