Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

New York City, you are now tuned in to # 1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction with America's # 1 DJ, 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 know he's the writer of
Right now, I don't where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie. They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' there
You was right, put on they block. Sell more than they sell
I feel you. Ayo act up. Do what you do homie. Go ahead homie
I'm waiting in the wings for to act stupid. I'm right 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

J.R. Writer and Cam'Ron]
Yo! We breathin', we Guerrilla breeding
It's the Dips, get the drift, This is Season
Watch him the season, Paid checks heavy
It's Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
We Guerrilla breathin', Killa
Feel the Evening, Season
Watch him kill the season checks heavy
It's Diplomat Records get ya 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 Porter became Rich
Purple Rain in the explains it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for lame
The clips change, bricks, exchange bricks
Bricks exchanged, throw the kid some
Look homeboy, I ain't to get no names
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 go bling
bling, listen 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 it's the
It's the of my life
Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I
Ten on the dope, ten that's knife
Ten in the hood, ten besides night
And they tight, my family ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, 5 mics

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

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 mean Hell Rell you ain't say that song
Let's go, Let's go. I mean 1 and out. That's 1 song down
That's rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm come in a minute. Ya'll get busy

[Hell

we got this man
Let me hear a hook on

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

[Hell
Yo I flowes y'all to death
These hustlers acting like they coke hard to
Any broads me to put cash in they purse
Like they half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my on the first
Plus I hold a card cause that's how I work
I'm to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the trunk
Be at the Funk Flex show, with you in the
If they said I do it, they put me to the test
But I proved to all them suckers I was worthy of
Teacher said I was a uhh, was wasting in her class
It was like 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 like Shabam
But why they knocking man, cause of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause they got copped at
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 just shooting a uzi, now he a movie
And all his mans starting to act groupies
I slow y'all to death
These acting like my flow hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the force
On or off the court we and ball the sport

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

[Hell
Sleepin' with visions of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the like a centipede
Screaming Rell 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 sit when he shhh
You sit when you pissing, listen
My was God-given, got wise by hard living
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, ménage
I spit these rhythms it feel like a car hit 'em
So that 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 yellow you see it in the stones
And yeah we them hammers Cam we never leave 'em alone
So back, I'm poppin off the 4
let me in because I'm knocking on ya door
It's 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 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 girl pop 2 in her 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. Stop it. 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 me Flex
Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. 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
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, we getting 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 getting
You dude's you know better,
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, smile cuz I'm it
Yous a fake G a thousand in counterfeits
I can show you how to flip bird
How to hit curb, how to get that 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
Listen here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my
is forever B, bet y'all remember me
Stretch all my enemies, send 'em three
But, I got a tek get a G
To drop his flag a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher lemon squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch black car wit them pitch wheels
Nice more stash box, big black
you at the red light, the kid's that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in your
You ain't never seen these F-in in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh
This is you will have to throw on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen scrap 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 thing and I ain't Fab or
I stepped the trap wit Weezy
Front of the
Posted up on post, Dominicans
clap you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a at you once they hear Dida Le!
Put your brains all the pavement
You niggas singing like you singing how you talk to
But my name, and I'm a stop
Throw in a box some cats at a hop-scotch game
I copp mane, come peep what I whip whore
A 62, got it like a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, a chill
on freeze, add up to a quarter mil!
I'm bout to talk my deal, that's what a thug
Killa, hit Sharon, her I need 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 cookie a pad
You are just mad, you can't say shit to me
You gotta get rid of me, I'm bout to history

I mean, hold on, that's three and out, on
Don't even yet put that on pause B
New York City, we gonna a slight intermission
if you do this up here, you bitin
We knocked songs out. You can only do it in one take
That means we didn't punch in. means I one taped it
J.R. one taped it. Hell Rell one taped it. We it out
means the business is right
The rhymes is and if you come up here and try freestyle a song
bitin (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo song Hell Rell
That you repped BX Borough, you repped the Dominicans
I'm 140 and to the death
So we might as well do together
get ready to take the motherfu...uh
Capo the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go
Tape 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 up because I'm talking too much
it from the top. Take it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon home and hard tonight
I know y'all gon and write hard tonight

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

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

Cam'Ron]
I said It's the Diplomats, y'all kickin 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 wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!