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

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

It's my life, my world, my perogative
To push things and chase girls that provacative
Terror Squad rock ice wider Yugoslavians
Run up in your building, bust locks, and blow the in
since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Candles pop
Turnin hands to glocks, blow you back to your
I go in time, stop your ass back to the present
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter presence
We handle our blessings, these where the battles is stressin
Took this rap game over mastered it
Blast my shit, this song shitty records that after it

[Big

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

[Fat

You better or catch this homicide
Ain't no for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side
Brothers died and mother cried at wakes, are the brakes
Curtis blow you head jake (like jake)
So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no mines
Player haters wanna see my shine
Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh with dress shoes
On my way to fools?
Less 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 on my wrist
It shit for for sex, money, and drugs
thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap
Leave your heart rate flat one Terror Squad

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

[Big

my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like the Third
me to fail cause you on my dick
But as long as every song is rip, you can't tell me