Luyện nghe bài hát Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle

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

And right now I'm by greatness

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 know where Santana's out, he probably in
Act up homie. told 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 what you do homie. Go ahead
I'm waiting in the for somebody to act stupid. I'm right here
You heard. I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I to be Killa
I think I'm go with something different this year. I'm go

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

Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it lane to the banquet
from the borough where Rich Porter became Rich
Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and for your lame
The clips change, obtain bricks, bricks
exchanged, throw the kid some change
Look homeboy, I ain't to get no names
Must of cocaine, looking at my Diplo chain
The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed with shrimp lo
Old just stop and say "it's yo thang"
Can't 'em, look down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, listen in, come and get 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
It's the of my life
Every gun, car, crib, that I like
Ten on the dope, ten beside knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's night
And they tied tight, my family ties
Ten town, 200 bricks, 5 mics

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
It's Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
You feel the heathen, we guerrilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Season
Watch him kill the season, paid heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape 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 mean Rell you ain't say nothing that song
go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. That's 1 song down
That's heat rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. 'em up
I'm come in a minute. Ya'll get busy

Rell]

Alright we got man
Let me a hook on this

J.R. Writer]
It's of hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
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

Rell]
Yo I slow y'all to death
hustlers acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put cash in purse
Like they wrote half of my verse,
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude my cash on the first
Plus I hold a welfare cause that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Martin, throw you in the trunk
Be at the Flex show, with you in the trunk
If said I couldn't do it, they put me to the test
But I to all them suckers I was worthy of success
Teacher said I was a uhh, was time in her class
It was more like she was wasting mine, I had dimes on the ave
Mamma said I was a shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it popping with Cam, up in a drop like
But why knocking that man, cause of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air they'll never see cause they got copped at Japan
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 shooting a uzi, now he shooting a movie
And all his starting to act like groupies
I flowed y'all to death
These hustlers acting like my hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the strongest
On or off the we ball and ball the sport

[Hook: J.R.
It's kinda hard to doubt that we a slaughterhouse
Dip you're now tuned in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't never 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 Rell please don't me I got children
thought about those snotty nose kids when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, fresh out the kitchen
A stand up dude who only sit when he
You sit when you pissing, 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 that boy a 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 Cam we never leave 'em alone
So back, I'm poppin off the 4
Heaven let me in because I'm on ya door
It's Prada on my
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 breathe give me a 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 the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her Religions

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 something to say. 2 and out
We early. Koch put E.P. together. That's 2 songs
Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean on. I mean excuse me Flex
me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what 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 wrote son
Let me see I'm... It's my I ain't get a chorus off yet
I'm go in then. Alright
That's 3 songs and out. do it

My dude riding, he in Lamborghinis
The oyster 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?
a rider
All together, together we getting
You dude's you better, why?
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 of piff, smile cuz I'm drowning it
a fake G like a thousand in counterfeits
I can you how to flip 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 slapped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel, I'll put the to the pedal
The clip and the metal, I'm sickening
Listen here...Your F-in engineer get to my level
Dipset is B, bet y'all remember me
all my enemies, heckler 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
black car wit them pitch black wheels
Nice stash box, big black steel
you at the red light, the kid's that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, in your sight
You ain't never seen these F-in in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on wear
This is something you will have to on next year, Yea!

[J.R.
Listen scrap believe me, you crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of old scratched up CD's
Nigga Check my swag it's
That you can see I do the damn thing and I ain't Fab or
I stepped through the trap wit
of the tenements
Posted up on post, hundred
That'll you soon as you go to beef wit J
a couple at you once they hear Dida Le!
Put your all across the pavement
You singing like you singing how you talk to agents
But my name, and I'm a stop
Throw in a box some cats at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come 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, what a thug about
Killa, hit Sharon, her I need another house!
I dig ya out, then put her in a cab
Gas her up then hit the hooker wit slabs
What you think? Naw I a rookie 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 and out, hold on
Don't even yet put that on pause B
New York City, we take a slight intermission
if you do this up here, you bitin
We knocked three out. You can only do it in one take
That means we didn't punch in. That I one taped it
J.R. one taped it. Rell one taped it. We chorused 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 Rell right
That means you repped BX Borough, you the Dominicans
I'm 140 and to the death
So we might as well do together
Capo get to take the motherfu...uh
Capo the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go
Tape this for when he get back
Let's get 16's off, I got the chorus on this, y'all up
go, I got the chorus
You ready, New York we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me
Take it, 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 gon home and write hard tonight
I know gon home and write hard tonight

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 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 couple figures, always all these niggas
That I'm OC, tryin to stuff the in the swisher
just 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, 'em to a pisser
Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to learn I am sicker
Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to niggas
Call the cops, they ain't these 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 potent on some shit 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 a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin chicken scratch
can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!