Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

New York City, you are now tuned in to # 1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction America's # 1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, me, #1 independent 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 he's the writer of
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 feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go homie
I'm waiting in the wings for somebody to act stupid. I'm here
You heard. I to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be Killa
I think I'm go with something this year. I'm go with

[Hook: J.R. and Cam'Ron]
Yo! We Guerrilla breathin', we breeding
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 breathin', Killa Season
the Evening, Killin' Season
Watch him the season paid checks heavy
It's Diplomat get ya tape decks ready

Say what cats did I with, slang with, bang bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it left lane to the
Live from the where Rich Porter became Rich
Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for lame
The clips change, obtain bricks, exchange
exchanged, throw the kid some change
Look homeboy, I ain't trying to get no
Must of sniffed cocaine, looking at my Diplo
The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed with 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 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
It's the of my life
gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I like
Ten on the dope, ten that's knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's besides
And they tied tight, my ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5

[Hook: J.R.
You gotta the heathen, we guerrilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, checks heavy
King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks 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, let's it moving. That's 1 song
I mean let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell Rell you ain't say nothing that
go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. That's 1 song down
That's heat rock. go. I'm step out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm come in a minute. Ya'll get busy

Rell]

Alright we got man
Let me hear a hook on

J.R. Writer]
It's of hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio now tuned in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you never heard of fly
Call it how you want in nigga my G's is

[Hell
Yo I slow y'all to death
These hustlers like they coke hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put cash in purse
they wrote half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the
Plus I hold a card cause that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Martin, throw you in the trunk
Be at the Funk show, with you in the trunk
If they said I couldn't do it, they put me to the
But I to all them suckers I was worthy of success
said I was a uhh, was wasting time 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 popping with Cam, up in a like Shabam
But why they knocking that man, of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll see cause they got copped at Japan
Damn, man I know he a gangsta, and he pop his
He supposed to be or locked up why he got a deal?
He was just shooting a uzi, now he shooting a
And all his mans starting to act like
I slow flowed y'all to
These hustlers acting like my hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the force
On or off the we ball and ball the sport

J.R. Writer]
It's kinda to doubt that 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 want it our G's is certified

Rell]
Sleepin' high visions of my enemies
for mercy crawling on the floor like 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, fresh out the kitchen
A up dude who only sit when he shhh
You sit you pissing, dude listen
My talent was God-given, got wise by living
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, women
I these hard rhythms it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave boy a lone can't you see he in the zone
Dudes try to be like 'em you see he getting cloned
All this blue and this can't you see it in the stones
And yeah we brought them hammers Cam we leave 'em alone
So move back, I'm off the 4
Heaven let me in I'm knocking on ya door
It's Prada on my
And nah I don't really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to
I gotta see the of a coward
Please man let the breathe give me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my watch hate my
My jewelry crazy, gotta get some new bling
So all is due to Hell Rell it's the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her True

x2]

That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving 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. put that E.P. together. That's 2 songs
Nuts and (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 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... my turn I ain't get a chorus off yet
I'm go in first then.
3 songs 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, we getting cheddar
You you know better, why?
a rider!

[J.R.
pal, I ain't gotta spit, child you was not as sick
Foul for a while, look my 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 that
How to hit that curb, how to get served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, that's
Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get slapped heard?
Huh, get wit a rebel, I'll put the kick to the pedal
The clip and the metal, I'm sickening
Listen here...Your engineer couldn't get to my level
Dipset is B, bet y'all 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 fresher than lemon squeeze, wrist wrap
Pitch black car wit pitch black wheels
Nice more stash box, big black
you at the red light, the kid's that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, in your sight
You ain't never seen 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.
Listen believe me, you need crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of your old scratched up
Check my swag it's easy
That you can see I do the damn and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the trap wit
Front of the
up on post, hundred Dominicans
That'll clap you 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 singing how you to agents
But drop my name, and I'm a
in a box like some cats at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come what I whip whore
A 62, got it jumpin a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, caught a
on freeze, add up to a quarter mil!
I'm to talk my deal, that's what a thug 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 ain't a wit it fag
She'll to boof that in a cookie like a pad
You are just 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 and out, hold on
Don't play yet put that on pause B
New York City, we gonna a slight intermission
Because if you do this up here, you
We knocked songs out. You can only do it in one take
That means we punch in. That means I one taped it
J.R. one it. Hell 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 you did a solo song Hell Rell right
That you repped BX Borough, you repped the Dominicans
I'm 140 and to the death
So we might as well do together
Capo get ready to the motherfu...uh
take the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go
Tape for Santana when he get back
Let's get 16's off, I got the on this, y'all back up
go, I got the chorus
You ready, New City we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me
Take it, it back B I messed up because I'm talking too much
it from the top. Take it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I y'all gon home and write hard tonight
I know y'all gon home and write hard

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin chicken 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 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 couple figures, always all these niggas
That I'm OC, to stuff the purple in the swisher
just picture, how I swerve up on your sister
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
to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these niggas
Call the cops, they ain't seen these type of since Hitler
Shit if I know em, I'm quick to 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why your on my scrotum
I'm lifted and on some shit that is potent
out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture me rolling

[Hook:
I said It's the Diplomats, y'all kickin this scratch
Ya'll 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 scratch
Ya'll g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!