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

[Big
my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky the Third Rail
me to fail cause you on my dick
But as long as every song is rip, you tell me shit

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

[Big

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

Joe]

You better slide or this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other
Brothers died and mother at wakes, these 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 suit with dress shoes
On my way to ?less
Less choose the we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, suite and lavish
Fix for my kids, six karats on my whiz
Exotic toke' and karats on my
It shit for for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and bodies in rugs
What the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist cap back
your heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks

[Cuban

Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac 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
Nuff for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckers
Who bust slugs, that's why I put em above
Cause some niggas real, they talk mad shit
Then when its time to flip, they hit the to fit

Punisher]

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