Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

(wbkzu fm)
[dj] here we are on wbkzu. 199.9 on your fm dial.
I'm in here chilling with monk 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 monk here, giving a shout for his new
Album.
oh. no doubt.
[dj] and your crew, I hear about crew.
[bm] yeah. yeah. the name of the is called 'the prophecy'.
Yeah. youknowi'msayin? it it consists 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 can't my
Mother man, hook ninja. you know shy d and them?
And ob and all of them. that's most of the jersey and shit.
Then you got the manchuz and shit. dragon and spritiual
Assassin. uh-uh. niggaz don't know about manley and all of them.
You know and professor 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 half the shit we're
About to with. youknowwhati'msayin?
[dj] I that.
you see-- you see, they saw the wu come through, now it's time
To see the brooklyn zu come through.
'cause we all remain in you. youknowi'msayin? universally
To make things happen. youknowi'msayin? just about,
Basically it right now. the name of the album is called,
Like I said before, 'the prophecy'. it's the
Lord buddha monk. and niggaz, what?
straight up, we got buddha monk right here. a thinking brother.
I can feel that. the buddha, out his album. yo, so how
About this? how about we get you boys right here into a
Freestyle? aight, kick it to a freestyle.
uh-huh. I'm with that.
[dj] I you got skills.
ah, yeah. we could handle that.
[dj] can we do this?
uh-huh. no doubt.
[dj] for the listeners out there.
[bm] u! ha! we come on wbkzu with a freestyle 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
the brooklyn zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me tell you fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu

Yo, I be in game, the buddha monk fuckin up your stamina
Shut mouth, listen close to this brooklyn zu damager
I never seen so amateurs get awards for wack grammar
But now I got my daily on how to act right, think right
Get the on ya, then fuckin ram ya, ha! it's sickenin
better shit on the radio, but your's the one that's still tickin
It's alright, i'ma come that wild 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 for the rap, where it was at
Fuck the diamonds, the plush houses and the bitches on they stacks
Niggaz, what? niggaz, what? it's the freestyle!

[poppa
It's a psycho, so fast on the warpath
Every time I a stick of steel, it's a bloodpath
Black licorice, compressed
Super-nigga across my chest
I'd bet my nut, plus all of my riches
I won't be the one the bandages and stitches
I jiggle jiggle 'cause it
A an hour pitches
I love it when the bitches be me kisses
sound* right back at you
Spell my fuckin name right when you put it on the statue
come back, who ever wanna step to the b-r double o k-l-y-n z-u
*radio mother fucker!