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, Funkmaster
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 rap label

And right now I'm by greatness

My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough.
J.R. Writer's here, you know the writer of writer's
Right now, I don't where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie. They us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put on they block. Sell more than they sell
I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do you do homie. Go ahead homie
I'm waiting in the 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. Writer and
Yo! We Guerrilla breathin', we Guerrilla
It's the Dips, get the drift, This is Season
Watch him the season, Paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape ready
We Guerrilla breathin', Season
Feel the Evening, Season
Watch him kill the paid checks heavy
Diplomat Records get ya tape decks ready

Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it lane to the banquet
Live from the borough where Rich Porter became
Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for lame
The clips change, obtain bricks, bricks
Bricks exchanged, the kid some change
homeboy, I ain't trying 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 down my wrist go
Bling bling, in, come and get some cash
First my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass
Back in my homes, get ya mind 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 that's beside
Ten in the hood, ten that's night
And tied tight, my family ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

J.R. Writer]
You gotta the heathen, we guerrilla breathin'
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 Killa
Watch him the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya decks ready

That's 1 and out, let's go, let's keep it moving. 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
That's heat rock. Let's go. I'm out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm come in a minute. Ya'll get busy

[Hell

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 you're now tuned in to the Hardest Out
the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly
Call it how you in nigga my G's is certified

[Hell
Yo I slow flowes y'all to
These hustlers acting like they coke hard to
Any broads me to put cash in they purse
Like wrote half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the
Plus I hold a welfare cause that's how I work
I'm to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the trunk
Be at the Flex show, with you in the trunk
If they I couldn't do it, they put me to the test
But I proved to all suckers I was worthy of success
Teacher I was a uhh, was wasting time in her class
It was more like she was wasting mine, I had them on the ave
Mamma I was a dead shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it popping Cam, up in a drop like Shabam
But why they knocking that man, cause of the rocks on his
Or the Air Forces they'll never see they got copped 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 to act like groupies
I slow y'all to death
hustlers acting like my flow hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the force
On or off the we ball and ball the sport

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

[Hell
Sleepin' high with of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the floor a centipede
Screaming Rell please don't me I got children
Should've thought those snotty nose kids when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, yeah fresh out the
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 all day, smoke haze, ménage women
I spit these hard rhythms it feel a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a lone can't you see he in the
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 hammers Cam we never leave 'em alone
So back, I'm poppin off the 4
Heaven let me in because I'm knocking on ya
It's on my whores
And nah I don't really do to funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a
Please man let the homie give 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 is due to Hell Rell it's the new religion
Smack ya pop 2 in her True Religions

x2]

That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving slow
go Dennis. That's 2 and out good work. Good work
J.R. you up man. Hold on. Stop it. it
D, I mean, you got to say. That's 2 and out
We early. Koch put that E.P. together. That's 2
Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean come on. I mean me Flex
Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we 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 son. I just wrote son
Let me see I'm... It's my turn I get a chorus off yet
I'm go in first then.
That's 3 and out. Let's do it

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

[J.R.
Listen pal, I gotta spit, child you was not as sick
Foul for a while, my style is anonymous (Anonymous!)
Pound for pound of piff, smile cuz I'm it
Yous a fake G like a in counterfeits
I can show you how to flip 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 heard?
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, send 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To drop his like a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch black car wit them pitch wheels
Nice more box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light, the that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in your
You ain't seen these F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, on fresh wear
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 up CD's
Nigga Check my swag easy
That you can see I do the damn and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the wit Weezy
Front of the
Posted up on post, hundred
clap you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a at you once they hear Dida Le!
Put brains 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 at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come peep what I 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 them
What you think? Naw I a rookie wit it fag
have to boof that in a cookie like a pad
You rookies are just mad, you say shit to me
You get rid of me, I'm bout to make history

I mean, hold on, that's three and out, on
Don't 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. means I one taped it
J.R. one taped it. Hell one taped it. We chorused it out
That the business 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 well do together
Capo get ready to the motherfu...uh
Capo take the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, go
this for Santana when he get back
Let's get off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up
go, I got the chorus
You ready, New York we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me
Take it, take it back B I messed up because I'm too much
it from the top. Take it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon home and write tonight
I know gon home and write hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats, kickin this chicken scratch
What you 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!

[J.R.
Listen, I'm worth a couple figures, hurting all these niggas
That I'm OC, tryin to stuff the in the swisher
Convertible 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 that I am sicker
Determined to be bigger, I serve 'em to these niggas
Call the cops, they ain't seen type of murderers since Hitler
Shit if I em, I'm quick to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, why your chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and on some shit that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac picture me rolling

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