Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

(wbkzu fm)
[dj] here we are live on wbkzu. 199.9 on fm dial.
I'm in here chilling with buddha and my man, poppa chief.
what's going on, baby?
peace.
[bm] peace. peace. huh, what's up with
to the gods and the earths.
[dj] yeah. got my man buddha here, giving a shout for his new
Album.
oh. no doubt.
[dj] and your crew, I about your crew.
[bm] yeah. yeah. the of the album is called 'the prophecy'.
Yeah. youknowi'msayin? it has-- it of everybody in the zu.
ol' dirty bastard. youknowwhati'msayin?
12 o'clock. shit stain. poppa chief. k-blunt.
[dj] what about the brothers from
yeah. yeah. that's my niggaz. poppa chief. k-blunt and all of them.
That's the zu ninjaz. 5 ft. hyper snyper. we forget my
Mother fuckin man, hook ninja. you know shy d and
And ob and all of them. that's most of the niggaz and shit.
Then you got the manchuz and shit. drunken and spritiual
Assassin. uh-uh. don't know about manley mussa and all of them.
You and professor king bee and all of them.
[dj] bomb to come, bond.
[bm] youknowwhati'msayin? it's mad different albums about to jump
Off and shit. niggaz don't even know about half the shit
About to come with.
[dj] I that.
[bm] you see-- you see, they saw the wu through, now it's time
To see the brooklyn zu through. youknowi'msayin?
'cause we all remain in you. youknowi'msayin? universally
To make happen. youknowi'msayin? that's just about,
Basically about it now. the name of the album is called,
Like I said before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? the
Lord buddha monk. and niggaz, what?
[dj] straight up, we got buddha monk here. a thinking brother.
I can feel that. the buddha, out his album. yo, so how
About how about we get you boys right here into a little
Freestyle? aight, kick it to a freestyle.
[bm] uh-huh. I'm that.
[dj] I you got skills.
[bm] ah, yeah. we handle that.
[dj] can we do this?
uh-huh. no doubt.
[dj] for the out there. wbkz--
[bm] u! ha! we come through on wbkzu with a like this.
Yo, it like this.

monk]
It's the brooklyn zu, the brooklyn zu
Let me you mother fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu
It's the brooklyn zu, it's the zu
Let me tell you mother fuckers, it's the zu

Yo, I be in this game, the buddha monk up your stamina
Shut your mouth, listen close to this zu damager
I seen so many amateurs get awards for wack grammar
But now I got my plan on how to act right, think right
Get the on ya, then fuckin ram ya, ha! it's sickenin
Heard shit on the radio, but your's the one that's still tickin
It's alright, i'ma come with that stack
the brooklyn zu laid on every track
Try not my shit, nigga and you'll catch two to ya back
Yo, I mean that, my style made strictly for the rap, it was at
Fuck the diamonds, the plush houses and the bitches layin on they
Niggaz, what? niggaz, what? it's the freestyle!

[poppa
a psycho, so shoot fast on the warpath
Every time I touch a stick of steel, it's a
licorice, choclate compressed
Super-nigga written my chest
I'd bet my left nut, all of my riches
I won't be the one the bandages and stitches
I jiggle 'cause it itches
A an hour pitches
I love it when the bitches be me kisses
*kissing right back at you
Spell my mother fuckin name right when you put it on the
I'll come back, who ever wanna step to the b-r double o z-u
*radio static* fucker!