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, 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 crew, I hear about your crew.
[bm] yeah. yeah. the name of the album is 'the prophecy'.
Yeah. youknowi'msayin? it has-- it of everybody in the zu.
Youknowi'msayin? ol' bastard. youknowwhati'msayin?
12 o'clock. shorty stain. poppa chief. k-blunt.
[dj] what about the brothers 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 niggaz 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 and professor king bee and all of them.
[dj] to come, word bond.
[bm] youknowwhati'msayin? it's like mad albums about to jump
Off and shit. niggaz don't know about half the shit we're
to come with. youknowwhati'msayin?
[dj] I that.
[bm] you see-- you see, they saw the wu come through, now time
To see the zu come through. youknowi'msayin?
'cause we all remain in you. youknowi'msayin? universally
To make things happen. youknowi'msayin? just about,
Basically it right now. the name of the album is called,
I said before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? it's the
Lord buddha monk. and 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
this? how about we get you boys right here into a little
Freestyle? aight, kick it to a freestyle.
uh-huh. I'm with that.
[dj] I you got skills.
[bm] ah, yeah. we could that.
[dj] yes? can we do
uh-huh. no doubt.
[dj] for the listeners out there.
u! ha! we come through on wbkzu with a freestyle like this.
Yo, check it this.

[buddha
It's the zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me tell you fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu
It's the brooklyn zu, 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, listen close to this brooklyn zu
I never seen so many get awards for wack grammar
But now I got my daily plan on how to act right, think
Get the subverb on ya, fuckin ram ya, ha! it's sickenin
better shit on the radio, but your's the one that's still tickin
It's alright, i'ma come with that wild
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 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!

[poppa
It's a psycho, so fast on the warpath
Every time I touch a stick of steel, a bloodpath
Black licorice, choclate
Super-nigga written my chest
I'd bet my left nut, plus all of my
I be the one rockin the bandages and stitches
I jiggle jiggle it itches
A hundred-mile an pitches
I love it the bitches be blowin me kisses
*kissing sound* 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 o k-l-y-n z-u
static* mother fucker!