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.
what's going on, baby?
peace.
[bm] peace. peace. huh, up with you?
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 hear your crew.
yeah. yeah. the name of the album is called 'the prophecy'.
Yeah. it has-- it consists of everybody in the zu.
Youknowi'msayin? ol' bastard. youknowwhati'msayin?
12 o'clock. shorty stain. poppa chief. k-blunt.
what about the brothers from jersey?
[bm] yeah. yeah. that's my niggaz. poppa chief. and all of them.
That's the zu ninjaz. 5 ft. hyper snyper. we can't my
Mother fuckin man, hook ninja. you shy d and them?
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 don't know manley mussa and all of them.
You know and king bee and all of them.
bomb to come, word bond.
[bm] it's like mad different albums 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 brooklyn zu come through.
'cause we all remain in you. universally unified
To things happen. youknowi'msayin? that's just about,
about it right now. the name of the album is called,
Like I said before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? the
Lord buddha monk. and what? niggaz,
[dj] straight up, we got buddha monk right here. a brother.
I can feel that. the buddha, out his album. yo, so how
About 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 out there. wbkz--
[bm] u! ha! we come through on wbkzu with a freestyle this.
Yo, check it this.

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

Yo, I be in this game, the monk fuckin up your stamina
Shut your mouth, close to this brooklyn zu damager
I seen so many amateurs get awards for wack grammar
But now I got my plan on how to act right, think right
Get the subverb on ya, then fuckin ram ya, ha! sickenin
Heard better on the radio, but your's the one that's still tickin
It's alright, i'ma come with that stack
There's the brooklyn zu laid on every
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 plush houses and the bitches on they stacks
Niggaz, what? niggaz, what? what? the freestyle!

[poppa
It's a psycho, so fast on the warpath
Every I touch a stick of steel, it's a bloodpath
licorice, choclate compressed
Super-nigga written my chest
I'd bet my nut, plus all of my riches
I be the one rockin the bandages and stitches
I jiggle jiggle it itches
A hundred-mile an pitches
I love it when the bitches be blowin me
*kissing right back at you
Spell my 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!