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 with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label

And right now I'm by greatness

My man Hell 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 Santana's out, he 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 wings for somebody to act stupid. I'm right
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

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

Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it lane to the banquet
Live from the where Rich Porter became Rich
Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for lame
The change, obtain bricks, exchange bricks
exchanged, throw the kid some change
Look homeboy, I ain't 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 'em, look down my wrist go bling
bling, listen in, come and get some cash
First kiss my ring, ohh no, kiss my ass
in my zone homes, get ya mind right
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah it's the
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 night
And tied tight, my family ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, 5 mics

J.R. Writer]
You gotta the heathen, we guerrilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Season
Watch him the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks
You feel the heathen, we guerrilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Season
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 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. That's 1 down
That's heat rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. 'em up
I'm back in a minute. Ya'll get busy

Rell]

Alright we got man
Let me a hook on this

[Hook: J.R.
It's kind of to doubt that 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
Call it how you want in my G's is certified

Rell]
Yo I slow flowes to death
hustlers acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put in they purse
Like wrote half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude my cash on the first
Plus I hold a welfare card that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Martin, throw you in the trunk
Be at the Funk Flex show, with you in the
If they I couldn't do it, they put me to the test
But I proved to all them suckers I was worthy of
Teacher said I was a uhh, was wasting time in her
It was more like she was wasting mine, I had dimes on the ave
Mamma I was a dead shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it with Cam, up in a drop like Shabam
But why knocking that man, cause of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause 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 shooting a uzi, now he a movie
And all his mans starting to act like
I flowed y'all to death
These hustlers acting like my flow to catch
Man we the strongest force
On or off the court we and ball the sport

[Hook: J.R.
kinda hard to doubt that 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
Take it how you want it our G's is certified

Rell]
Sleepin' with visions of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the like a centipede
Screaming Rell don't shoot 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 sit when he shhh
You sit you pissing, dude listen
My talent was God-given, got wise by hard
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, ménage
I spit these hard it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a lone can't you see he in the
Dudes try to be like 'em you see he getting cloned
All blue and this yellow can't you see it in the stones
And we brought them hammers Cam we never leave 'em alone
So back, I'm poppin off the 4
Heaven let me in because I'm knocking on ya
It's Prada on my
And nah I don't do to many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I see the face of a coward
Please man let the homie breathe 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 praise is due to Hell it's the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her True

x2]

That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving 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 something to say. 2 and out
We early. Koch put that E.P. together. That's 2
and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean 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 ready? Let me get son. I just 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 mixed Linguine, you hear me?
a rider!
All in together, together we getting
Yo cheddar we get together, you 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 know better,
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!)
for pound of piff, smile cuz I'm drowning it
Yous a fake G a thousand in counterfeits
I can show you how to flip that
How to hit that curb, how to get that
Youngin, I'm the shhh, that's
a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel, put the kick to the pedal
The clip and the metal, I'm sickening
Listen here...Your engineer couldn't get to my level
Dipset is forever B, bet remember me
all my enemies, heckler send 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To drop his flag a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher lemon squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch car wit them pitch black wheels
Nice more stash box, big black
Leave you at the red light, the kid's real!
in his Nikes, freshest in your sight
You ain't seen these F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, on fresh wear
This is something you will have to on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen believe me, you need crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of your old scratched up
Nigga my swag it's easy
That you can see I do the thing and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I through the trap wit Weezy
Front of the
Posted up on post, Dominicans
clap you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you once they hear Le!
Put brains all across the pavement
You niggas like you singing how you talk to agents
But my name, and I'm a stop
Throw in a box like some cats at a game
I copp drops mane, come peep what I whip
A 62, got it jumpin a 6-4
as I hit tour, brrr, caught a chill
Sleeves on freeze, add up to a mil!
I'm to talk my deal, that's what a thug about
Killa, hit Sharon, her I need another house!
I dig ya mother out, put her in a cab
Gas her up then hit the wit them slabs
What you think? Naw I ain't a wit it fag
have 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 bout to make

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
if you do this 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 Rell one taped it. We it out
That means the is right
The rhymes is right and if you come up here and try a song
You're (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo song Hell Rell
That you repped BX Borough, you repped the Dominicans
I'm 140 and to the death
So we might as do something together
Capo get to take the motherfu...uh
take the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go
Tape for Santana when he get back
get 16's off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up
Let's go, I got the
You ready, New York City we run the motherfuckin building, me
Take it, take it B I messed up because I'm talking too much
Take it the top. Take it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know gon home and write hard tonight
I know y'all gon home and hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all this chicken scratch
What you 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
Ya'll 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
I'm OC, tryin to stuff the purple 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 by the zipper, burn em, turn 'em to a pisser
Shit 'em mister in a river, you to learn that I am sicker
Determined to be bigger, birds I 'em to these niggas
Call the cops, ain't seen these type of murderers since Hitler
if I know em, I'm quick to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, why your chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on some shit that is
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture me

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