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 Rail
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, it's my world, my
To push and chase girls that dress provacative
Squad rock ice wider than Yugoslavians
Run up in your building, bust locks, and the lobby in
Blazin the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that your vandle, when you Roman 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 your
We handle our blessings, players where the battles is stressin
Took this rap game then 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, thug blood, raw, it off
Laugh it off, I crush your jaw thats the law
Hack off your skull, I'm heads like Totem polls
Blow a hole in your throat and throw you here to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the
Run the rukkus through the motherfuckers
Somethin illustrious, my crew's to bustin ass
Crushin in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody 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 when I 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 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
Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your

Joe]

You better or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin out the other side
Brothers and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes
Curtis blow you head like (like jake)
So take and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin 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 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 on my whiz
Exotic toke' and on my wrist
It shit for for sex, money, and drugs
True with slugs and wrap 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 all out, just call out
My name when you need, I a nigga brain fall out
Nuff love for my blood-brothers, some rough
Who bust slugs, that's why I put em others
Cause some niggas ain't real, they talk mad
Then when its time to flip, hit the tracks 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 tell me shit