Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, it's the lyrical
The of metaphor
Mista 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 lyrical lunatic, still rough shit
What you I slap your stink ass, bitch
I shape and my skill like an architect
Teflon style, be Gortex
I'm the highest ruler on the mic with props
All this over hippin the hop bullshit gon'
It beez Keith not Bill, Murray not
Your be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be like well OF COURSE
Def Squad cough a rough
You wack niggaz can't do me none
Five hundred, height 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 they all me from the womb of the human spirit
With logic and I justify my means
See you on the scene, you up like Tyson did to Mitch Greene
In fact black yeah it like that
If you kill my dog I'm a slay cat
The supersonical astrochronical
crews, all you hear is ahhs and oohs
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 raps packed with attacks
For those who thought I be back
With that bone chillin horror, killin all ongoin
the rah rah for your mama
Bragga-tocious, prone to
Come through the studio, wreck the mic by force of
Tantalizing, make you feel good crying
I be dissed, so you can stop trying
And Keith will prevail
And you can eat a shit and go to hell