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
Want me to cause you on my dick
But as long as every is rip, you can't tell me shit

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

[Big

Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to your 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 throw you from to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe the toughest
Run the through the roughest motherfuckers
Somethin illustrious, my crew's to bustin ass
Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out bloody bath
I want the cash off the I got to blast a pit off
At any bit off tryin to at the brittles
You A Killer for the Terror Squadron
You feel the 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 I'm thorough, with the periscope
as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the whole bible out
Don't swear to know, idols or titles, all I
Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone death

Joe]

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

Link]

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

Punisher]

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