Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle -

Yo, yeah,
Yo
Yo, it's the lyrical
The of metaphor
Mista Keith
Chillin with my nigga Flex
up
Got the Squadron, up
up, check it out, check
Now, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's the return of the lunatic, still kickin rough shit
What you say? I slap stink ass, bitch
I shape and my skill like an architect
Teflon style, rhymes be
I'm the highest exalted on the mic with props
All this over hippin the hop bullshit gon'
It beez not Bill, Murray not Sweat
Your politics be politically
We keep it hot like sauce, flows be definite well OF COURSE
Def Squad a rough course
You weak wack niggaz do me none
Five hundred, radiant I run with the sun
Apparently, you to check my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the
Fake ones fear it, real ones it
Cause they all feel me from the womb of the human
With logic and reasons I justify my
See you on the scene, fuck you up like did to Mitch Greene
In fact black it beez like 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 bring you down to Earth like Papa Smurf
I'm World Wide on the Web, in your turf
full fledged raps packed with anxiety attacks
For those who I wouldn't be back
With that chillin horror, killin all ongoin drama
Save the rah rah for mama
Bragga-tocious, to static
Come through the studio, wreck the mic by force of
Tantalizing, make you feel good like
I be dissed, so you can stop trying
And Keith Murray will
And you can eat a sandwich and go to hell