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 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 chase girls that dress
Terror Squad rock ice wider than
Run up in building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in
since 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 back in time, stop your ass back to the
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter presence
We handle our blessings, these players the battles is stressin
Took this rap game then mastered it
Blast my shit, this change shitty records that after it

[Big

Yo, yo, yo, make 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
Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem
Blow a hole in your throat and you from here to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the
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 ?jetta? I got to a pit off
At any bit off to laugh at the brittles
You A Killer for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your 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
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 chaperone your death

[Fat

You better slide or this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other
died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes
Curtis you head like jake (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 ?less
Less choose the life we rather live, on the stabbin kids
Or in mass, suite and lavish cribs
Fix for my kids, six karats on my whiz
Exotic toke' and karats on my
It ain't for for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist cap back
Leave your heart rate flat one Terror attacks

[Cuban

Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I'm
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 brain out
Nuff for my blood-brothers, some rough motherfuckers
Who bust slugs, that's why I put em others
some niggas ain't real, they talk mad shit
Then when its to flip, they hit the tracks to fit

[Big

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