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

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

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

Punisher]

Yo, yo, yo, don't my have to pull your motherfuckin car
With a ? I'm killin Chicci from Southern Boulevard
I'm hardcore, blood, raw, pass it off
Laugh it off, I crush jaw cause thats the law
off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls
Blow a hole in throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? Road
for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the toughest
Run the through the roughest motherfuckers
Somethin illustrious, my crew's accustom to ass
Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out bloody bath
I want the cash off the ?jetta? I got to 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 I steal your car and flatten your beer garden
I'll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot you
And it blossom like a flower throughout the burrough
No doubt I'm thorough, the periscope
as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the whole bible out
Don't swear to know, or titles, all I request
Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your

Joe]

You better slide or catch this
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin 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 between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
Player haters never wanna see my
Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress
On my way to fools?
Less choose the life we live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, and lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my
Exotic toke' and karats on my
It shit for for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the Joe Crack? Twist your cap back
Leave your rate flat one Terror Squad attacks

[Cuban

Yeah, I got your back, Twin, a Mac when I'm attackin
Even if its one against ten, count me in, the end
Cause for my men I'm all out, just call out
My name when you need, I a nigga brain fall out
love 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
Then when its time to flip, they hit the to fit

[Big

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