Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle

(wbkzu fm)
[dj] here we are live on wbkzu. 199.9 on fm dial.
I'm in here chilling buddha monk and my man, poppa chief.
[bm] going on, baby?
peace.
[bm] peace. peace. huh, what's up 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.
[bm] yeah. yeah. the name of the is called 'the prophecy'.
Yeah. it has-- it consists of everybody in the zu.
Youknowi'msayin? ol' dirty bastard.
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. snyper. we can't forget my
Mother fuckin man, 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. don't know about manley mussa and all of them.
You know and king bee and all of them.
[dj] bomb to come, bond.
[bm] youknowwhati'msayin? like mad different albums about to jump
Off and shit. niggaz don't even know about half the shit
About to with. youknowwhati'msayin?
[dj] I that.
[bm] you see-- you see, they saw the wu come through, now it's
To see the brooklyn zu through. youknowi'msayin?
'cause we all remain in you. youknowi'msayin? unified
To things happen. youknowi'msayin? that's just about,
Basically about it right now. the of the album is called,
I said before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin? it's the
Lord buddha monk. and niggaz, what?
straight up, we got buddha 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 right here a little
aight, youknowi'msayin? 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.
[dj] for the listeners out there.
[bm] u! ha! we come through on wbkzu with a like this.
Yo, it like this.

monk]
It's the brooklyn zu, it's the zu
Let me tell you mother fuckers, it's the zu
It's the brooklyn zu, 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 to this brooklyn zu damager
I never seen so many amateurs get awards for grammar
But now I got my daily on how to act right, think right
Get the on ya, then fuckin ram ya, ha! it's sickenin
Heard better shit on the radio, but your's the one that's tickin
alright, i'ma come with that wild stack
There's the brooklyn zu laid on every
Try not playin my shit, and you'll catch two to ya back
Yo, I mean that, my style made strictly for the rap, it was at
the diamonds, the plush houses and the bitches layin on they stacks
Niggaz, what? niggaz, what? it's the freestyle!

chief]
It's a psycho, so shoot on the warpath
Every time I a stick of steel, it's a bloodpath
licorice, choclate compressed
Super-nigga written my chest
I'd bet my left nut, plus all of my
I won't be the one rockin the 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 mother fuckin name right you put it on the statue
come back, who ever wanna step to the b-r double o k-l-y-n z-u
*radio mother fucker!