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, Funkmaster
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 know where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie. They told us not to at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put on they block. Sell more than they sell
I you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go ahead homie
I'm in the wings for somebody to act stupid. I'm right here
You heard. I to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be Killa
I think I'm go with different this year. I'm go with

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

Say cats did I hang with, slang with, bang bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it left to the banquet
Live from the where Rich Porter became Rich
Purple Rain in the rain it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and for your lame
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 Diplo
The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed with shrimp lo
Old just stop 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, well 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, chicken-head that I
Ten on the dope, ten beside knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's night
And they tied tight, my family tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

J.R. Writer]
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerrilla
the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, paid heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape ready
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerrilla
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Season
him kill the season, paid checks heavy
It's Jaffe-Jo get ya tape 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 Hell Rell you ain't say nothing that song
Let's go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. That's 1 down
heat rock. Let's 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 hear a hook on

[Hook: J.R.
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 ain't heard of fly
Call it how you want in my G's is certified

[Hell
Yo I slow y'all to death
These acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put in they purse
Like they wrote half of my verse,
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my on the first
Plus I hold a card cause that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the
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 them I was worthy of success
Teacher said I was a uhh, was wasting in her class
It was like she was wasting mine, I had them dimes on the ave
Mamma said I was a shot locked 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 at Japan
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 shooting a uzi, now he shooting a movie
And all his mans starting to act groupies
I flowed y'all to death
These hustlers acting like my flow to catch
Man Diplomats we the strongest
On or off the court we ball and ball the

[Hook: J.R.
It's kinda 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 heard of fly
Take it how you it coward our G's is certified

Rell]
Sleepin' high with 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, fresh out the kitchen
A stand up dude who only sit he shhh
You sit when you pissing, dude
My was God-given, got wise by hard living
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, ménage
I spit these hard rhythms it feel a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a lone you see he in the zone
Dudes try to be 'em can't you see he getting cloned
All this blue and this can't you see it in the stones
And yeah we brought them Cam we never leave 'em alone
So move back, I'm off the 4
let me in because I'm knocking on ya door
It's Prada on my
And nah I don't really do to funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I see the face of a coward
Please man let the homie give me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my watch hate my
My jewelry going crazy, get some new bling
So all praise is due to Hell Rell the new religion
Smack ya pop 2 in her True Religions

x2]

That's 2 and out. go Dennis. You moving slow Dennis
Let's go Dennis. 2 and out good work. Good work
J.R. you up man. on. Stop 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 (Funk Flex). I mean come on. I mean excuse me Flex
me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we told to do
New York we run this here. I mean Pardon, it's J.R.'s turn
I'm do the chorus, you ready? Let me get son. I just wrote son
Let me see I'm... It's my turn I get a chorus off yet
I'm go in then. Alright
That's 3 and out. Let's do it

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

[J.R.
Listen pal, I ain't gotta spit, you was not as sick
for a while, look my style is anonymous (Anonymous!)
Pound for of piff, smile cuz I'm drowning it
Yous a fake G 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
is forever B, bet y'all remember me
Stretch all my enemies, send 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To his flag like a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than lemon squeeze, wrap chill
Pitch car wit them pitch black wheels
Nice more stash box, big steel
you at the red light, the kid's that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in 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 to throw on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen scrap believe me, you crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of your old scratched up
Nigga Check my swag easy
you can see I do the damn thing and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the trap wit
Front of the
Posted up on post, Dominicans
That'll you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a at you once they hear Dida Le!
Put your brains all across the
You niggas like you singing how you talk to agents
But drop my name, and I'm a
Throw in a box some cats at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come peep I whip whore
A 62, got it like a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, caught a
Sleeves on freeze, add up to a mil!
I'm bout to talk my deal, that's what a about
Killa, hit Sharon, her I need another house!
I dig ya mother out, put her in a cab
Gas her up hit the hooker wit them slabs
What you think? Naw I a rookie 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 even yet put that on pause B
New York City, we gonna a slight intermission
Because if you do this up here, you
We knocked three songs out. You can do it in one take
That means we didn't punch in. 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 right and if you come up here and try freestyle a
bitin (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo song Rell right
That means you repped BX Borough, you repped the
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 this for Santana when he get
get 16's off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up
Let's go, I got the
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 from the top. it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon home and hard tonight
I y'all gon home and write hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin this chicken
What you 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 chicken
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, 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 that'll turn her to a stripper
Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em, turn 'em to a
Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to learn I am sicker
Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to 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, reason why chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac picture me rolling

Cam'Ron]
I It's the Diplomats, 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!
I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!