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 buddha and my man, poppa chief.
[bm] what's going on,
peace.
[bm] peace. peace. huh, what's up you?
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 your crew.
[bm] yeah. yeah. the name of the album is '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.
what about the brothers from 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 forget my
Mother fuckin man, hook ninja. you know shy d and
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 about manley and all of them.
You know and king bee and all of them.
[dj] bomb to come, bond.
youknowwhati'msayin? it's like mad different albums about to jump
Off and shit. niggaz don't even know about half the shit
to come with. youknowwhati'msayin?
[dj] I 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 things happen. youknowi'msayin? that's about,
Basically about it right now. the of the album is called,
Like I said before, prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? it's the
buddha monk. and what? niggaz, what?
[dj] straight up, we got buddha monk right here. a brother.
I can feel that. the buddha, out his album. yo, so how
this? how about we get you boys right here into a little
Freestyle? aight, youknowi'msayin? it to a freestyle.
uh-huh. I'm with that.
[dj] I you got skills.
[bm] ah, yeah. we handle that.
[dj] yes? can we do
uh-huh. no doubt.
[dj] for the listeners out there.
[bm] u! ha! we come on wbkzu 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, 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 game, the buddha monk fuckin up your stamina
your mouth, listen close to this brooklyn zu damager
I never seen so many amateurs get awards for 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
Heard shit on the radio, but your's 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 playin my shit, and you'll catch two to ya back
Yo, I mean that, my style 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
Every time I touch a stick of steel, it's a
Black licorice, compressed
Super-nigga across my chest
I'd bet my nut, plus all of my riches
I won't be the one rockin the bandages and
I jiggle 'cause it itches
A hundred-mile an pitches
I love it when the bitches be blowin me
*kissing sound* back at you
Spell my mother fuckin name 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!