Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

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

And now I'm accompanied by greatness

My man Rell's 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 stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over
You was right, put work on they block. Sell than they sell
I feel you. Ayo act up. Do what you do homie. Go ahead homie
I'm waiting in the wings for somebody to act stupid. I'm here
You heard. I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I to be Killa
I think I'm go with different this year. I'm go with

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

Say what cats did I hang with, with, bang bang with
Blain ganked it left lane to the banquet
Live from the borough where Rich became Rich
Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for your
The clips change, obtain bricks, exchange
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 mixed with shrimp lo mein
Old ladies stop and say "it's yo thang"
Can't deny 'em, look my wrist go bling
bling, listen in, come and get some cash
First kiss my ring, ohh no, kiss my ass
Back in my zone homes, get ya right
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah it's the
the highlights of my life
Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I
Ten on the dope, ten beside knife
Ten in the hood, ten besides night
And they tied tight, my family ties
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

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

That's 1 and out, let's go, let's keep it moving. That's 1
I mean let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell Rell you ain't say nothing that
Let's go, Let's go. I mean 1 and out. That's 1 song down
That's heat rock. Let's go. I'm 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

J.R. Writer]
It's kind of hard to doubt that we ain't a
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
hustlers acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put cash in they
Like they wrote of my verse, nope
I give a few credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the first
Plus I hold a welfare card 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 do it, they put me to the test
But I proved to all them suckers I was of success
Teacher I was a uhh, was wasting time in her class
It was more she was wasting mine, I had them 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 Shabam
But why they knocking that man, cause of the rocks on his
Or the Air they'll never see cause they got copped at Japan
Damn, man I he a gangsta, and he pop his steel
He to be dead or locked up why he got a deal?
He was just shooting a uzi, now he a movie
And all his mans to act like groupies
I slow y'all to death
These hustlers acting like my flow to catch
Man Diplomats we the force
On or off the court we ball and the sport

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

[Hell
Sleepin' high visions of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the floor like a
Screaming Rell please shoot me I got children
Should've thought about those snotty nose kids you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, yeah out the kitchen
A stand up dude who only sit when he
You sit when you pissing, dude
My talent was God-given, got wise by living
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, women
I spit these hard it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave boy a lone can't you see he in the zone
Dudes try to be '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 move back, I'm off the 4
let me in because I'm knocking on ya door
It's on my whores
And nah I don't do to many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a
Please man let the homie breathe me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my watch my ring
My jewelry crazy, gotta get some new bling
So all praise is due to Hell Rell it's the new
ya girl pop 2 in her True Religions

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. 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, 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 turn I ain't get a off yet
I'm go in first then.
That's 3 and out. Let's do it

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

[J.R.
Listen pal, I ain't spit, child you was not as sick
for a while, look my style is anonymous (Anonymous!)
Pound for pound of piff, smile cuz I'm it
Yous a fake G a thousand in counterfeits
I can show you how to that bird
How to hit curb, how to get that served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, word
a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel, I'll put the kick to the
The clip and the metal, I'm sickening
Listen here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my
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 like a ref on a
I'm than lemon squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch black car wit pitch black wheels
more stash box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light, the kid's real!
in his Nikes, freshest in your sight
You ain't never seen these Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on wear
This is 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 scratched up
Nigga Check my swag 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
That'll clap you as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you once they Dida 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
Throw in a box like some cats at a hop-scotch
I copp drops mane, come peep what I whore
A 62, got it like a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, caught a
on freeze, add up to a quarter 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 hit the hooker wit them slabs
you think? Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag
She'll have to 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 history

I mean, hold on, that's three and out, on
even play yet put that on pause B
New York City, we gonna take a intermission
if you do this up here, you bitin
We knocked three songs out. You can 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 right and if you up here and try freestyle a song
bitin (you swagger jackin)
I you did a solo song Hell 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 ready to the motherfu...uh
Capo take the up to 200, we goin in, lets go
this for Santana 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 York City we run the building, pardon me
Take it, take it back B I messed up because I'm too much
Take it from the top. 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 write tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin this scratch
What you can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a
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, go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!

[J.R.
Listen, I'm worth a figures, always hurting all these niggas
That I'm OC, tryin to the purple in the swisher
Convertible just picture, how I swerve up on sister
Wit a dance, tip dance that'll her to a stripper
Ya the burner by the zipper, em, turn 'em to a pisser
Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to learn 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 know em, I'm to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why your chick on my
I'm and potent on some shit that is potent
out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture me rolling

[Hook:
I said It's the Diplomats, 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 this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!