Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, it's the lexicon
The matador of
Keith Murray
Chillin my nigga Funk Flex
up
Got the Squadron, up
Word up, check it out,
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the return of the lunatic, still kickin rough shit
What you say? I slap your stink ass,
I and build my skill like an architect
Teflon style, rhymes be
I'm the highest ruler on the mic with props
All this over the hop bullshit gon' stop
It beez not Bill, Murray not Sweat
Your politics be politically
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be like well OF COURSE
Def Squad a rough course
You wack niggaz can't do me none
Five hundred, radiant height I run the sun
Apparently, you need to check my
And do the to the S-C-I-E-N-C-E
Fake ones fear it, real ones it
Cause they all feel me from the womb of the human
With logic and I justify my means
See you on the scene, fuck you up Tyson did to Mitch Greene
In fact black yeah it beez like
If you kill my dog I'm a your cat
The supersonical astrochronical
Splatter crews, all you is ahhs and oohs
Time to face the bring you down to Earth like Papa Smurf
I'm World Wide like on the Web, in turf
With fledged raps packed with anxiety attacks
For those who thought I wouldn't be
With that bone chillin horror, killin all drama
Save the rah rah for mama
Bragga-tocious, prone to
Come the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, you feel good like crying
I be dissed, so you can stop trying
And Murray will prevail
And you can eat a sandwich and go to hell