Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, it's the lyrical
The of metaphor
Mista Murray
Chillin with my nigga Funk
up
Got the Squadron, up
Word up, check it out,
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the return of the lyrical lunatic, still rough shit
What you say? I slap your ass, bitch
I shape and build my like an architect
Teflon style, be Gortex
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic props
All this over the hop bullshit gon' stop
It beez Keith not Bill, not Sweat
politics be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite well OF COURSE
Def Squad cough a course
You weak wack can't do me none
hundred, radiant height I run with the sun
Apparently, you need to check my
And do the to the S-C-I-E-N-C-E
ones fear it, real ones cheer it
Cause all feel me from the womb of the human spirit
With logic and reasons I justify my
See you on the scene, fuck you up like Tyson did to Mitch
In fact black yeah it beez that
If you kill my dog I'm a slay cat
The supersonical genitonical
crews, all you hear is ahhs and oohs
Time to face the music bring you down to Earth like Papa
I'm World like on the Web, in your turf
With full fledged raps with anxiety attacks
For who thought I wouldn't be back
that bone chillin horror, killin all ongoin drama
Save the rah rah for mama
Bragga-tocious, to static
Come the studio, wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizing, make you good like crying
I can't be dissed, so you can trying
And Murray will prevail
And you can eat a shit and go to hell