Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, it's the lexicon
The of metaphor
Keith Murray
Chillin with my nigga Flex
up
Got the Squadron, up
Word up, it out, check
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the of the lyrical lunatic, still kickin rough shit
What you I slap your stink ass, bitch
I shape and build my skill an architect
Teflon style, rhymes be
I'm the highest exalted ruler on the mic with
All this over hippin the hop bullshit stop
It beez not Bill, Murray not Sweat
politics be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite like well OF
Def Squad cough a rough
You weak wack can't do me none
Five hundred, radiant height I run the sun
Apparently, you need to my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the
Fake ones fear it, ones cheer it
they all feel me from the womb of the human spirit
With logic and I justify my means
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
Splatter crews, all you hear is ahhs and
Time to face the music bring you down to Earth Papa Smurf
I'm Wide like on the Web, in your turf
With full fledged packed with anxiety attacks
For who thought I wouldn't be back
With that bone chillin horror, killin all ongoin
the rah rah for your mama
Bragga-tocious, to static
Come through the studio, wreck the mic by of habit
Tantalizing, you feel good like crying
I can't be dissed, so you can stop
And Keith will prevail
And you can eat a shit sandwich and go to