Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

(wbkzu fm)
[dj] here we are live on wbkzu. 199.9 on fm dial.
I'm in here chilling with buddha and my man, poppa chief.
[bm] what's going on,
peace.
[bm] peace. peace. huh, up with you?
Peace to the 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 of the album is called 'the prophecy'.
Yeah. youknowi'msayin? it has-- it consists of in the zu.
Youknowi'msayin? ol' dirty bastard.
12 o'clock. shorty shit stain. chief. k-blunt.
[dj] what about the from jersey?
[bm] yeah. yeah. that's my niggaz. poppa chief. and all of them.
That's the zu ninjaz. 5 ft. snyper. we can't forget my
Mother man, hook 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 dragon and
Assassin. uh-uh. niggaz know about manley mussa and all of them.
You know and professor 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 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 brooklyn zu through. youknowi'msayin?
we all remain in you. youknowi'msayin? universally unified
To things happen. youknowi'msayin? that's just about,
Basically about it now. the name of the album is called,
Like I before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? it's the
Lord monk. and what? niggaz, what?
[dj] straight up, we got buddha monk here. a thinking brother.
I can that. the buddha, check out his album. yo, so how
About this? how about we get you boys right here into a
Freestyle? aight, kick it to a freestyle.
[bm] uh-huh. I'm that.
[dj] I you got skills.
[bm] ah, yeah. we could that.
[dj] can we do this?
uh-huh. no doubt.
for the listeners out there. wbkz--
[bm] u! ha! we come through on wbkzu with a freestyle this.
Yo, it like this.

[buddha
It's the zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me you mother fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu
the brooklyn zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me you mother fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu

Yo, I be in this game, the buddha fuckin up your stamina
Shut your mouth, listen close to this brooklyn zu
I never seen so many amateurs get awards for 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 shit on the radio, but the one that's still tickin
alright, i'ma come with that wild stack
There's the brooklyn zu on every track
Try not my shit, nigga and you'll 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, what? niggaz, what? it's the freestyle!

chief]
It's a psycho, so shoot on the warpath
Every I touch a stick of steel, it's a bloodpath
licorice, choclate compressed
Super-nigga across my chest
I'd bet my nut, plus all of my riches
I be the one rockin the bandages and stitches
I jiggle 'cause it itches
A an hour pitches
I love it the bitches be blowin me kisses
*kissing sound* right 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!