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, Flex
In collaboration with America's, me, #1 independent rap label

And now I'm accompanied by greatness

My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough.
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the writer of
Right now, I don't know 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 more than sell
I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go homie
I'm waiting in the wings for 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 something different this year. I'm go

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

Say what cats did I with, slang with, bang bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it left to the banquet
Live from the borough where Rich Porter became
Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for your
The clips change, bricks, exchange bricks
Bricks exchanged, throw the kid some
Look homeboy, I trying to get no names
Must of sniffed cocaine, looking at my Diplo
The biscuit turn you to 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
kiss my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass
Back in my zone homes, get ya right
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah it's the
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 tied tight, my ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

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

[Hell

Alright we got man
Let me hear a hook on

J.R. Writer]
It's kind of hard to that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now tuned in to the Out
Slash the to ride, you ain't never heard of fly
it how you want in nigga my G's is certified

[Hell
Yo I slow flowes y'all to
hustlers acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any wanting me to put cash in they purse
Like they wrote half of my verse,
I a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the first
Plus I hold a 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 to all them suckers I was worthy of success
said I was a uhh, was wasting time in her class
It was like she was wasting 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 like Shabam
But why they knocking that man, cause of the rocks on his
Or the Air Forces they'll 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 starting to act like groupies
I slow flowed to death
These hustlers acting like my flow hard to
Man Diplomats we the force
On or off the court we ball and the sport

J.R. Writer]
It's kinda hard to that 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
Take it how you want it coward our G's is

Rell]
Sleepin' high with of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the floor like a
Screaming Rell don't 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 dude who only sit he shhh
You sit when you pissing, listen
My talent was God-given, got by hard living
I Sleep all day, haze, ménage women
I these hard rhythms it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave boy a lone can't you see he in the zone
Dudes try to be like 'em can't you see he getting
All blue and this yellow 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 on ya door
Prada on my whores
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 homie breathe give me a taste of the
My chain hate my watch, my hate my ring
My jewelry going crazy, get some new bling
So all praise is due to Hell Rell the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her 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. Hold on. Stop it. it
D, I mean, you got to say. That's 2 and out
We early. Koch put that E.P. together. That's 2
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 what we to do
New York we run this here. I mean Pardon, listen it's J.R.'s
I'm do the chorus, you ready? Let me get this son. I wrote son
Let me see I'm... It's my I ain't get a chorus off yet
I'm go in then. Alright
3 songs and out. Let's do it

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

[J.R.
pal, I ain't gotta spit, child you was not as sick
Foul for a while, my style is anonymous (Anonymous!)
Pound for pound of piff, smile cuz I'm it
Yous a fake G like a in counterfeits
I can show you how to that bird
How to hit that curb, how to get that
Youngin, I'm the shhh, that's
Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get slapped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel, I'll put the to the pedal
The clip and the metal, I'm nephew
Listen here...Your F-in engineer get to my level
Dipset is forever B, bet y'all me
all my enemies, heckler send 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To drop his like a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher lemon squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch car wit them pitch black wheels
Nice more box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light, the that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in sight
You ain't never seen F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh
This is something you will to throw on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen scrap me, you need crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of old scratched up CD's
Nigga my swag 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, Dominicans
That'll clap you soon as you go to wit J
Throw a couple at you once hear Dida Le!
Put your brains all across the
You niggas singing like you singing how you to agents
But drop my name, and I'm a
in a box like some cats at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come peep what I whip
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, what a thug about
Killa, hit Sharon, tell her I need house!
I dig ya mother out, put her in a cab
Gas her up hit the hooker wit them slabs
What you Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag
She'll have to boof in a cookie like a pad
You are just mad, you can't say shit 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 play yet put that on B
New City, we gonna take a slight intermission
Because if you do up here, you bitin
We knocked three songs out. You can only do it in one
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
means the business is right
The rhymes is right and if you come up here and try freestyle a
bitin (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo song Hell Rell
That means you repped BX Borough, you repped the
I'm 140 and Lennox to the
So we might as well do something
get ready to take the motherfu...uh
Capo take the up to 200, we goin in, lets go
Tape this for when he get back
get 16's off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up
go, I got the chorus
You ready, New York we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me
Take it, take it back B I up because I'm talking too much
Take it the top. Take it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon and write hard tonight
I know gon home and write hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin chicken scratch
What you g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I It's the Diplomats, what 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!

[J.R.
Listen, I'm worth a couple figures, hurting all these niggas
That I'm OC, tryin to stuff the purple in the
just picture, how I swerve up on your sister
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 that I am sicker
Determined to be bigger, birds I 'em to these niggas
Call the cops, they ain't seen these type of murderers since
Shit if I know em, I'm to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, why your chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on some shit 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 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!