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

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

It's my life, it's my world, my
To push things and chase girls dress provacative
Terror Squad ice wider than Yugoslavians
Run up in building, bust locks, and blow 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, you back to your essence
I go back in time, stop your ass to the present
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad your presence
We handle our blessings, players where the battles is stressin
Took this rap over then mastered it
Blast my shit, this song change shitty records after it

[Big

Yo, yo, yo, don't make my to pull 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 jaw cause thats the law
Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like polls
Blow a hole in your throat and throw you here to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe the toughest
Run the rukkus through the roughest
Somethin illustrious, my crew's accustom to ass
Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out bloody bath
I the cash off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off
At any bit off to laugh at the brittles
You Ain't A Killer for the Squadron
You feel the fear of God I steal your car and flatten your beer garden
I'll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, spark a lot 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 swear to know, or titles, all I request
Best known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death

Joe]

You better slide or catch homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin out the other side
died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes
Curtis blow you head jake (like jake)
So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin
Player haters wanna see my shine
Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit dress shoes
On my way to ?less
choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, suite and lavish
Fix for my kids, six karats on my whiz
toke' and karats on my wrist
It shit for for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in
the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat one Terror attacks

[Cuban

Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I'm
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 make a brain fall out
Nuff for my blood-brothers, some 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, they hit the to fit

[Big

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