Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

New City, you are now tuned 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 accompanied by

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 Santana's out, he probably in
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 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 used to be
I think I'm go something different this year. I'm go with

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

Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it left to the banquet
Live from the borough where Rich 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, the kid some change
Look homeboy, I trying to get no names
Must of sniffed cocaine, at my Diplo chain
The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed with lo mein
Old just 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 my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass
Back in my zone homes, get ya right
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah the twilight
the highlights of my life
Every gun, car, crib, that I like
Ten on the dope, ten that's knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's night
And tied tight, my family ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, 5 mics

[Hook: J.R.
You gotta feel the heathen, we breathin'
the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa 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 Killa
Watch him the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape 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 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. Let's go. I'm out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm back in a minute. Ya'll get busy

Rell]

Alright we got man
Let me hear a on this

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

[Hell
Yo I slow flowes to death
These hustlers acting like they hard to stretch
Any wanting me to put cash in they purse
they 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 cause how I work
I'm bout to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the
Be at the Flex show, with you in the trunk
If they said I couldn't do it, 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 mine, I had them dimes on the ave
said I was a dead shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it with Cam, up in a drop like Shabam
But why they knocking that man, cause of the on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause they got at Japan
Damn, man I he a gangsta, and he pop his steel
He supposed to be or locked 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 slow flowed to death
These hustlers acting like my hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the strongest
On or off the court we ball and the sport

J.R. Writer]
It's kinda hard to doubt we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now tuned in to the Out
Slash the first to ride, you never 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 floor a centipede
Screaming please don't shoot me I got children
Should've thought about those snotty kids when 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 hard
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, ménage
I spit these rhythms it feel like 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 yellow can't you see it in the
And yeah we brought them hammers Cam we never '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 funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the of a coward
Please man let the homie breathe give me a taste of the
My hate my watch, my watch hate my ring
My jewelry going crazy, gotta get new bling
So all praise is due to Rell it's the new religion
ya girl pop 2 in her True Religions

x2]

That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving 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 something to say. 2 and out
We early. put that E.P. together. That's 2 songs
Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean come on. I mean me Flex
me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we told to do
New we run this here. I mean Pardon, listen 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 with Linguine, you hear me?
a rider!
All in together, together we cheddar
Yo cheddar we get together, you me?
a rider!
My riding, he riding in Lamborghinis
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.
Listen pal, I gotta 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 G like 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, that's
Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped
Huh, come get wit a rebel, put the kick to the pedal
The and the metal, I'm sickening 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 like a ref on a
I'm than lemon squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch black car wit them pitch black
more stash box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light, the kid's real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in your
You ain't never these F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh
This is you will have to throw on next 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 damn thing and I Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the wit Weezy
of the tenements
Posted up on post, hundred
clap you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you they hear Dida Le!
Put your all across the pavement
You niggas singing like you 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 mane, come peep what I whip whore
A 62, got it jumpin a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, a chill
Sleeves on freeze, add up to a mil!
I'm bout to talk my deal, that's 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 hooker wit slabs
What you think? Naw I ain't a wit it fag
She'll have to boof that in a cookie a pad
You rookies are mad, you can't say shit to me
You gotta get rid of me, I'm bout to make

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 slight
if you do this up here, you bitin
We knocked three songs out. You can only do it in one
That means we didn't punch in. That I one taped it
J.R. one taped it. Hell Rell one taped it. We it out
That means the business is
The is right 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 means you BX Borough, you repped the Dominicans
I'm 140 and Lennox to the
So we might as well do something
get ready 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 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
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 and write hard tonight
I y'all gon home and write hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all this chicken 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 this chicken
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 these
That I'm OC, tryin to stuff the in the swisher
Convertible just picture, how I swerve up on your
Wit a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a
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
Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to niggas
Call the cops, they ain't seen these type of murderers since
Shit if I know em, I'm quick to 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on shit that is potent
out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture me rolling

[Hook:
I said the Diplomats, 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!
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!