Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Big Pun, Fat Joe, Terror Squad

[Big
It's my life, my money, my world, my
TS the sky like the Third Rail
me to fail cause you on my dick
But as long as song is rip, you can't tell me shit

It's my life, it's my world, my
To push things and chase that dress provacative
Terror Squad rock ice wider than
Run up in your building, bust locks, and the lobby in
Blazin since the sample dropped, will the glamour stop
Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Candles pop
Turnin hands to glocks, blow you back to essence
I go back in time, stop ass back to the present
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your
We handle our blessings, these where the battles is stressin
Took this rap over then mastered it
Blast my shit, this song shitty records that after it

Punisher]

Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull motherfuckin car
With a ? I'm killin like Chicci from Boulevard
I'm hardcore, blood, raw, pass it off
Laugh it off, I crush your jaw cause the law
Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem
Blow a hole in your throat and you from here to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the
Run the rukkus through the roughest
Somethin illustrious, my accustom to bustin ass
Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out bloody bath
I want the off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off
At any bit off to laugh at the brittles
You Ain't A Killer for the Terror
You the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden
I'll an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot above you
And watch it blossom a flower throughout the burrough
No doubt I'm thorough, the periscope
Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the bible out
Don't to know, idols or titles, all I request
Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone death

[Fat

You better slide or catch homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other
Brothers died and cried at wakes, these are the brakes
Curtis blow you head jake (like jake)
So take heed and read between the lines, no cheatin mines
Player haters never see my shine
Up in a in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes
On my way to ?less
choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, and lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six on my whiz
Exotic toke' and karats on my
It ain't for for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in
the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate one Terror Squad attacks

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Yeah, I got your back, Twin, a Mac when I'm attackin
if its one against ten, count me in, till the end
Cause for my men I'm going all out, call out
My name when you need, I a nigga brain fall out
love for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckers
Who bust slugs, that's why I put em others
Cause niggas ain't real, they talk mad shit
Then its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit

Punisher]

It's my life, my money, my world, my
TS electrify the sky like the Rail
Want me to fail cause you on my
But as long as every is rip, you can't tell me shit