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.
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 buddha monk here, giving a 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.
ol' dirty bastard. youknowwhati'msayin?
12 o'clock. shit stain. poppa chief. k-blunt.
what about the brothers 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 can't 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 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.
[bm] youknowwhati'msayin? it's like mad different about 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, saw the wu come through, now it's time
To see the zu come through. youknowi'msayin?
'cause we all in you. youknowi'msayin? universally unified
To make things happen. youknowi'msayin? just about,
Basically about it right now. the name of the is called,
Like I said before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? the
buddha monk. and what? 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 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 could that.
[dj] can we do this?
uh-huh. no doubt.
[dj] for the out there. wbkz--
[bm] u! ha! we come on wbkzu with a freestyle like this.
Yo, it like this.

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

Yo, I be in this game, the buddha monk fuckin up your
Shut your mouth, listen to this brooklyn zu damager
I never seen so many get awards for wack grammar
But now I got my daily plan on how to act right, right
Get the subverb on ya, then fuckin ram ya, ha! it's
Heard better on the radio, but your's the one that's still tickin
It's alright, i'ma come with that stack
the brooklyn zu laid on every track
Try not playin my shit, nigga and 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 layin on they
Niggaz, what? niggaz, what? what? the freestyle!

chief]
It's a psycho, so fast on the warpath
Every time I touch a of steel, it's a bloodpath
Black licorice, compressed
Super-nigga written 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 the bitches be blowin me kisses
*kissing right back 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 double o z-u
*radio static* fucker!