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.
[bm] what's on, baby?
peace.
[bm] peace. peace. huh, what's up with
to the gods and the earths.
[dj] yeah. got my man buddha monk here, giving a for his new
Album.
oh. no doubt.
[dj] and your crew, I about your crew.
[bm] yeah. yeah. the name of the album is 'the prophecy'.
Yeah. youknowi'msayin? it has-- it of everybody in the zu.
Youknowi'msayin? ol' dirty bastard.
12 o'clock. shit stain. poppa chief. k-blunt.
[dj] what about the brothers jersey?
[bm] yeah. yeah. my niggaz. poppa chief. k-blunt and all of them.
That's the zu ninjaz. 5 ft. snyper. we can't forget my
Mother fuckin man, 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. 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.
[dj] to come, word bond.
youknowwhati'msayin? it's like mad different albums about to jump
Off and shit. niggaz don't know about half the shit we're
to come with. youknowwhati'msayin?
[dj] I that.
[bm] you you see, they saw the wu come through, now it's time
To see the zu come through. youknowi'msayin?
we all remain in you. youknowi'msayin? universally unified
To make happen. youknowi'msayin? that's just about,
Basically it right 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 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, youknowi'msayin? it to a freestyle.
[bm] uh-huh. I'm that.
I know you got skills.
[bm] ah, yeah. we could that.
[dj] can we do this?
uh-huh. no doubt.
[dj] for the listeners out there.
[bm] u! ha! we come through on with a freestyle like this.
Yo, check it this.

[buddha
It's the brooklyn zu, it's the zu
Let me tell you mother fuckers, it's the 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 fuckin up your stamina
Shut your mouth, listen close to this zu damager
I never seen so many get awards for wack grammar
But now I got my daily plan on how to act right, think
Get the subverb on ya, then 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 with that wild stack
There's the brooklyn zu on every track
Try not playin my shit, nigga and catch two to ya back
Yo, I mean that, my made strictly for the rap, where it was at
Fuck the diamonds, the plush houses and the bitches layin on stacks
Niggaz, niggaz, what? what? it's the freestyle!

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