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

[Big
my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS the sky like the Third Rail
Want me to fail 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 girls that dress provacative
Terror rock ice wider than Yugoslavians
Run up in your building, locks, and blow the lobby in
Blazin since the sample dropped, never will the glamour
Claimin that your vandle, when you seein Candles pop
Turnin hands to glocks, you back to your essence
I go back in time, stop your ass to the present
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Squad shatter your presence
We handle our blessings, these where the battles is stressin
Took this rap game then mastered it
my shit, this song change shitty records that after it

[Big

Yo, yo, yo, don't my have to pull your motherfuckin car
With a ? I'm killin like Chicci from Southern
I'm hardcore, thug blood, raw, it off
Laugh it off, I crush jaw cause thats the law
Hack off skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls
a hole in your throat and throw 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
glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the ?jetta? I got to a pit off
At any bit off tryin to at the brittles
You Ain't A for the Terror Squadron
You the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden
I'll pierce an organ if 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 chaperone death

[Fat

You better slide or this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other
Brothers died and mother cried at wakes, these are the
blow you head like jake (like jake)
So take heed and read the lines, ain't no cheatin mines
Player haters never wanna see my
Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh with dress shoes
On my way to ?less
Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin
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 slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the FUCK Joe Crack? your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat one Squad attacks

[Cuban

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

[Big

It's my life, my money, my world, my
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 tell me