Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

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

[buddha
It's the brooklyn zu, the brooklyn zu
Let me you mother fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu
It's the zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me tell you mother fuckers, it's the zu

Yo, I be in this game, the buddha monk fuckin up your
Shut mouth, listen close to this brooklyn zu damager
I never 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 better shit on the radio, but the one that's still tickin
It's alright, i'ma come that wild stack
There's the zu laid on every track
Try not my shit, nigga and you'll catch two to ya back
Yo, I mean that, my style strictly for the rap, where it was at
the diamonds, the plush houses and the bitches layin on they stacks
Niggaz, what? niggaz, what? what? the freestyle!

chief]
It's a psycho, so shoot on the warpath
time I touch a stick of steel, it's a bloodpath
Black licorice, choclate
written across my chest
I'd bet my left nut, all of my riches
I won't be the one rockin the and stitches
I jiggle jiggle it itches
A hundred-mile an pitches
I love it when the bitches be me kisses
sound* right back at you
Spell my mother fuckin right when you put it on the statue
I'll back, who ever wanna step to the b-r double o k-l-y-n z-u
*radio static* fucker!