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 Rell's in the building, BX borough. Uhh-huh
J.R. Writer's here, you he's 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 act up. Do what 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 used to be
I think I'm go something different this 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 Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
We Guerrilla breathin', Killa
Feel the Evening, Killin'
Watch him kill the season checks heavy
Diplomat Records get ya tape decks ready

Say what cats did I with, slang with, bang bang with
gangsta ganked it left lane to the banquet
Live from the borough where Porter became Rich
Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that same
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for lame
The change, obtain bricks, exchange bricks
Bricks exchanged, 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 just stop and say "it's yo thang"
Can't deny 'em, down my wrist go bling
bling, listen in, come and get some cash
First my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass
Back in my zone homes, get ya mind
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah it's the
It's the of my life
Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head I like
Ten on the dope, ten that's beside
Ten in the hood, ten besides night
And tied tight, my family ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

J.R. Writer]
You feel the heathen, we guerrilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, is Killa Season
him kill the season, paid checks heavy
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, paid checks
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya 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 Rell you ain't say nothing that song
Let's go, Let's go. I 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

Rell]

Alright we got man
Let me a hook on this

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

Rell]
Yo I flowes y'all to death
hustlers acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put in they purse
they wrote half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the
I hold a welfare card cause that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Martin, throw you in the trunk
Be at the Funk Flex show, you in the trunk
If they said I do it, they put me to the test
But I proved to all suckers 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 said I was a dead shot up in a can
Nope, got it popping with Cam, up in a like Shabam
But why knocking that man, cause of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause they got copped at
Damn, man I know he a gangsta, and he pop his
He to be dead or locked up why he got a deal?
He was just shooting a uzi, now he shooting a
And all his mans starting to act like
I slow flowed y'all to
These hustlers acting like my hard to catch
Man we the strongest force
On or off the court we ball and ball the

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 our G's is certified

Rell]
Sleepin' high visions of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the floor a centipede
Rell please 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, fresh 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, 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 we brought them 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
Prada on my whores
And nah I don't really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to
I gotta see the of a coward
Please man let the homie breathe me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my watch hate my
My going crazy, gotta get some new bling
So all praise is due to Hell Rell it's the new
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. it. Stop it
D, I mean, you got to say. That's 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 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... It's my I ain't get a chorus off yet
I'm go in first then.
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 getting
Yo we get together, you hear me?
a rider!
My riding, he riding in Lamborghinis
The oyster with Linguine, you hear me?
He's a
All together, we getting cheddar
You you know better, why?
a rider!

[J.R.
Listen pal, I gotta spit, child you was not as sick
Foul for a while, look my style is (Anonymous!)
Pound for pound of piff, cuz I'm drowning it
Yous a fake G like a in counterfeits
I can you how to flip 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 pimped 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 engineer couldn't get to my level
Dipset is B, bet y'all remember me
Stretch all my enemies, heckler send 'em
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 black car wit them pitch black
Nice more box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light, the that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in your
You never seen these F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, 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 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, hundred
That'll clap you as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you once they hear Le!
Put your brains all the pavement
You singing like you singing how you talk 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, peep what I whip whore
A 62, got it like a 6-4
as I hit tour, brrr, caught a chill
Sleeves on freeze, add up to a mil!
I'm bout to my deal, that's 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 slabs
What you Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag
have to boof that 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 bout to history

I mean, hold on, that's and out, hold on
Don't even play yet put on pause B
New York City, we gonna take a slight
Because if you do up here, you bitin
We three songs out. You can only do it in one take
That means we punch in. That means I one taped it
J.R. one taped it. Rell one taped it. We chorused it out
That means the is right
The rhymes is and if you come up here and try freestyle a song
bitin (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo 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 something
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 on this, y'all back up
go, I got the chorus
You ready, New City we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me
it, take it back 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 y'all gon 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 g-get wit that, homeboy go a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats, what kickin this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!

[J.R.
Listen, I'm worth a couple figures, always hurting all niggas
That I'm OC, tryin to the purple in the swisher
Convertible just picture, how I up on your sister
Wit a dance, tip dance turn her to a stripper
Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em, 'em to a pisser
Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to that I am sicker
to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these niggas
Call the cops, they ain't seen these of murderers since Hitler
Shit if I em, I'm quick to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why your on my scrotum
I'm lifted and on some shit that is potent
out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture me rolling

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