Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

(wbkzu fm)
[dj] we are live on wbkzu. 199.9 on your fm dial.
I'm in here chilling with monk 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, a shout 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. 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] 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, ninja. you know shy d and them?
And ob and all of them. most of the jersey niggaz and shit.
Then you got the manchuz and shit. dragon and spritiual
Assassin. uh-uh. niggaz don't know about manley 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 different albums to jump
Off and shit. niggaz don't even know about half the shit
About to with. youknowwhati'msayin?
I feel that.
[bm] you see-- you see, saw the wu come through, now it's time
To see the brooklyn zu come through.
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 said before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? the
buddha 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 into a little
Freestyle? aight, kick it to a freestyle.
[bm] uh-huh. I'm that.
I know you got skills.
[bm] ah, yeah. we could that.
[dj] yes? can we do
uh-huh. no doubt.
[dj] for the out there. wbkz--
[bm] u! ha! we come through on 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 zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me you mother fuckers, it's 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 amateurs get awards for wack grammar
But now I got my daily on how to act right, think right
Get the subverb on ya, then ram ya, ha! it's sickenin
Heard better shit on the radio, but your's the one still tickin
It's alright, come with that wild stack
There's the zu laid on every track
Try not playin my shit, nigga and you'll two to ya back
Yo, I mean that, my style made strictly for the rap, it was at
Fuck the diamonds, the houses and the bitches layin on they stacks
Niggaz, what? niggaz, what? it's the freestyle!

[poppa
It's a psycho, so shoot fast on the
Every time I touch a stick of steel, it's a
Black licorice, choclate
written across my chest
I'd bet my nut, plus all of my riches
I be the one rockin the bandages and stitches
I jiggle jiggle 'cause it
A hundred-mile an pitches
I love it when the bitches be blowin me
sound* right back at you
Spell my mother fuckin name right you put it on the statue
I'll come back, who ever step to the b-r double o k-l-y-n z-u
*radio static* fucker!