Luyện nghe bài hát Free Studio - The Entire Hatchet Family

(Violent J)
You ready?
Alright, I'm with the freestyle up in the free studio
Pod, Uhh
I split your fucking forehead open Rude Boy style
I keep it and funky
Like a dirty pile
I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can
I can dance, you should see me right now, but you
I heads like an explosion when I hit the door.
I put Zach Gowen in a figure
in front of the liquor
I can get pimply like pillow with love songs
that I can get up in that ass like a thong
I it on

(Esham)
Bitch, I'm back you thought I was gone
I'm sipping shots of syrup straight to the
I'm all up in your home, you all
zone,
ET home
Don't up the chrome,
no don't up the chrome
she picked up the phone
the of her brains blown
No screams, no
Not a mortician, sure your head gets sewn on
Now that dead on gone

(Anybody Killa)
Listen up, pay attention while shits still in my head
mothafucker
Representing and red
fingers at my enemies
Native get these
Mark ass bustas hard, bitch please
Have you ever the sound
Of a meat swinging?
Head in a handbag, hoe singing
Stare up at the hoe
at all the light
That's you run
When you see killers in sight

(Monoxide Child)
call me M-O-N-O-X-I-D to the E
And it really don't matter what you of me
I'm up in this for free
with family
And all I keep is
I somebody brought a bag of weed
I like them blunt wraps
Or a peach owl
But here, I'm in a
So pack a bowl for now
It's still a hatchet
Ain't nothing
But my bitching
If you just can't deal that
(Come and see the red and black)

(Jumpsteady)
As the cold folds round
We be creeping a sound
rydas who are bound
As the steering turns around
Our car drifting in and out the street lights
in the back who know the craft of street fights
Heads be
As smoke is floating from window
A nightmare Cadillac with reflected off our gats
Demons reason
Or the we once knew
is like the sweetest joy
Bringing of de ja vu

(Blaze Ya Homie)
I ain't no joke and no ain't Rakim or Eric B
the B-L-A-Z-E
Microphone and fiend
Down Nicotine
And my homie
you with Cellophane
And I cut the head off the
Unstoppable, got shine Violent J
Nobody in the way
You better watch you say
it fat and hard to kidnap like Madrox
And strangle bitches quick as Shaggy 2
Up on the

(Shaggy 2 Dope)
My name is Utsler
It no Joseph fucking Utssler
off
Before they find your in a dumpster
I'm cruising 7 Mile dirty as fuck
I got fucking explosives
And bombs in the truck
I shot the
And I even know who that is
I'm tighter then a 2 door
Packed with 7 fat
So your momma to fuck off
And I'm to dinner
got a hot bitch in the D
I probably had my up in her

(Jamie Madrox)
Ooooh, free is like my favorite
Right to food
and flowing on the microphone
Bitch, I bring the
and cryptic, linguistics of TWIZTID!
2 to the O 4
And I'm rapping with for the hatchet
In the free
With hose on the mic screen
40 bottles
Killer rolling the green
the blunt up
So we can the cut up
And dub my to cassette
Even if I up
It's just the studio

(Syn)
got some pussy
(I got some for that)
Ride with us
(And you ain't back
Why don't you just a look at my hatchet)
Here the train, try and catch it
(What, I know this can't match it)
I take booty and I smack it
my name is Syn
(and all I do
So you)

STUDIO
FREE

(Rude Boy)
That's right it's a fucking studio
It's the Pod
The studio we own
Psychopathic,
That's right, the Rude Boy right here
to you from Southwest
All the way to the East
This city is
up!