Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, the lyrical lexicon
The of metaphor
Mista Murray
with my nigga Funk Flex
up
Got the Squadron, up
up, check it out, check
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the return of the lunatic, still kickin rough shit
What you say? I slap your ass, bitch
I shape and build my skill an architect
Teflon style, be Gortex
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic with
All this over the hop bullshit gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, Murray not
Your politics be politically
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like well OF
Def Squad cough a rough
You weak wack niggaz do me none
Five hundred, radiant I run with the sun
Apparently, you to check my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the
Fake ones fear it, ones cheer it
Cause all feel me from the womb of the human spirit
logic and reasons I justify my means
See you on the scene, fuck you up like Tyson did to Mitch
In fact black yeah it beez like
If you my dog I'm a slay your cat
The supersonical astrochronical
Splatter crews, all you hear is ahhs and
Time to face the music bring you down to like Papa Smurf
I'm Wide like on the Web, in your turf
With full raps packed with anxiety attacks
For those who thought I be back
With that bone horror, killin all ongoin drama
the rah rah for your mama
Bragga-tocious, prone to
Come through the studio, the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, make you feel good like
I can't be dissed, so you can stop
And Murray will prevail
And you can eat a shit and go to hell