Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

New York City, you are now in to America's # 1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction America's # 1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label

And right now I'm accompanied by

My man Hell 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 us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over 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 ahead
I'm waiting in the wings for to act stupid. I'm right here
You heard. I to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be Killa
I I'm go with something different this year. I'm go with

J.R. Writer and Cam'Ron]
Yo! We Guerrilla breathin', 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 decks ready
We Guerrilla breathin', Season
the Evening, Killin' Season
Watch him the season paid checks heavy
It's Diplomat Records get ya decks ready

Say what cats did I hang with, with, bang bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it left to the banquet
Live the borough where Rich 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
exchanged, throw the kid some change
Look homeboy, I ain't trying to get no
Must of sniffed cocaine, looking at my chain
The biscuit you to bisquick mixed with shrimp lo mein
Old ladies stop and say "it's yo thang"
deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, in, come and get some cash
kiss my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass
Back in my zone homes, get ya mind
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah the twilight
It's the highlights of my
Every gun, car, crib, that I like
Ten on the dope, ten that's knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's night
And they tied tight, my ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, 5 mics

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

That's 1 and out, go, let's keep it moving. That's 1 song
I mean let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell you ain't say nothing that song
Let's go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. That's 1 song
heat rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm back in a minute. Ya'll get busy

[Hell

we got this man
Let me hear a on this

J.R. Writer]
It's kind of hard to doubt that we a slaughterhouse
Dip radio now tuned in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't heard of fly
Call it how you want in nigga my G's is

Rell]
Yo I slow flowes to death
hustlers acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put cash in they
they wrote half of my verse, nope
I a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the first
Plus I hold a welfare card cause 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 I couldn't do it, they put me to the test
But I proved to all them suckers I was of success
Teacher said I was a uhh, was wasting in her class
It was more like she was wasting mine, I had dimes on the ave
said I was a dead shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it popping with Cam, up in a drop like
But why they knocking man, cause of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air they'll never see cause they got copped at Japan
Damn, man I know he a gangsta, and he pop his
He supposed to be dead or up why he got a deal?
He was shooting a uzi, now he shooting a movie
And all his mans to act like groupies
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

J.R. Writer]
It's kinda hard to that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio now tuned in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't never of fly
Take it how you it coward our G's is certified

Rell]
Sleepin' high with of my enemies
for mercy crawling on the floor like a centipede
Screaming Rell don't shoot me I got children
Should've thought about snotty nose kids when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, fresh out the kitchen
A up dude who only sit when he shhh
You sit you pissing, dude listen
My was God-given, got wise by hard living
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, women
I spit these rhythms it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a can't 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 'em alone
So back, I'm poppin off the 4
Heaven let me in because I'm on ya door
It's on my whores
And nah I really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the of a coward
Please man let the homie breathe me a taste of the power
My hate my watch, my watch hate my ring
My going crazy, gotta 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. Let's go Dennis. You 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 to say. That's 2 and out
We early. Koch put that E.P. together. 2 songs
Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean come on. I mean excuse me
me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we told to do
New York we run this here. I Pardon, listen it's J.R.'s turn
I'm do the chorus, you ready? Let me get this son. I just son
Let me see I'm... It's my I ain't 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 mixed with Linguine, you hear me?
a rider!
All in together, together we cheddar
Yo cheddar we get together, you me?
a rider!
My dude riding, he in Lamborghinis
The mixed with Linguine, you hear me?
He's a
All together, together we cheddar
You dude's you better, why?
a rider!

[J.R.
Listen pal, I ain't gotta spit, child you was not as
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 show you how to that bird
How to hit that curb, how to get served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, word
Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped
Huh, come get wit a rebel, I'll put the kick to the
The clip and the metal, I'm nephew
here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my level
Dipset is forever B, bet remember me
Stretch all my enemies, heckler 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To drop his flag a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than lemon squeeze, wrist chill
Pitch black car wit 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 never seen these F-in in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, on fresh wear
is something you will have to throw on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen scrap believe me, you need to see me
I'm a classic, one of your old up CD's
Nigga Check my swag it's
That you can see I do the thing and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the 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 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 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 another house!
I dig ya mother out, put her in a cab
Gas her up then hit the wit them slabs
you think? Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag
She'll have to boof that in a like a pad
You rookies are mad, you can't say shit to me
You get rid of me, I'm bout to make history

I mean, on, that's three and out, hold on
Don't even play yet put on pause B
New York City, we gonna take a intermission
Because if you do this up here, you
We knocked three songs out. You can do it in one take
That we didn't punch in. That means I one taped it
J.R. one taped it. Hell Rell one taped it. We it out
means the business is right
The is right and if you come up here and try freestyle a song
You're bitin (you jackin)
I mean you did a solo Hell Rell right
means 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 take the Maserati up to 200, we in, lets go
Tape this for 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 City we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me
Take it, take it back B I messed up because I'm talking too
it from the top. Take it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know gon home and write hard tonight
I y'all gon home 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 It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin this chicken
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, 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 turn her to a
Ya the burner by the zipper, em, turn 'em to a pisser
Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to learn that I am
Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these
Call the cops, they ain't seen these type of murderers since
Shit if I know em, I'm to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on some shit that is
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't me rolling

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