Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

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