Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

(wbkzu fm)
[dj] here we are on wbkzu. 199.9 on your fm dial.
I'm in chilling with buddha monk and my man, poppa chief.
[bm] what's going on,
peace.
[bm] peace. peace. huh, what's up with
to the gods 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 about your crew.
yeah. yeah. the name of the album is called 'the prophecy'.
Yeah. youknowi'msayin? it has-- it consists of in the zu.
Youknowi'msayin? ol' bastard. youknowwhati'msayin?
12 o'clock. shit stain. poppa chief. k-blunt.
[dj] what about the from jersey?
[bm] yeah. yeah. 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. most of the jersey niggaz and shit.
Then you got the and shit. drunken dragon and spritiual
Assassin. uh-uh. niggaz know about manley mussa and all of them.
You know and king bee and all of them.
bomb to come, word bond.
[bm] youknowwhati'msayin? it's like mad different albums to jump
Off and shit. niggaz don't even know about half the shit
About to come with.
I feel that.
[bm] you see-- you see, they saw the wu come through, now time
To see the brooklyn zu come through.
'cause we all in you. youknowi'msayin? universally unified
To make happen. youknowi'msayin? that's just about,
Basically about it right now. the of the album is called,
I said before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? it's the
Lord buddha monk. and what? niggaz,
[dj] straight up, we got buddha right here. a thinking brother.
I can feel that. the buddha, out his album. yo, so how
About this? how about we get you right here into a little
Freestyle? aight, kick 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 come through on wbkzu with a like this.
Yo, check it this.

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

Yo, I be in game, the buddha monk fuckin up your stamina
Shut your mouth, listen close to this zu damager
I never seen so many amateurs get for wack grammar
But now I got my daily on how to act right, think right
Get the subverb on ya, then fuckin ram ya, ha! it's
Heard better shit on the radio, but your's the one still tickin
It's alright, i'ma come with that stack
There's the brooklyn zu laid on track
Try not playin my shit, nigga and you'll two to ya back
Yo, I mean that, my made strictly for the rap, where it was at
Fuck the diamonds, the houses and the bitches layin on they stacks
Niggaz, what? niggaz, what? it's the freestyle!

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