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 chase girls dress provacative
Terror Squad rock ice than Yugoslavians
Run up in your building, locks, and blow the lobby in
Blazin the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin that vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop
Turnin to glocks, blow you back to your essence
I go back in time, stop your ass back to the
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad your presence
We our blessings, these players where the battles is stressin
Took rap game over then mastered it
Blast my shit, this song shitty records that after it

Punisher]

Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull motherfuckin car
With a ? I'm killin like Chicci Southern Boulevard
I'm hardcore, blood, raw, pass it off
Laugh it off, I your jaw cause thats the law
off your skull, I'm stackin heads like Totem polls
Blow a in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe the toughest
Run the rukkus the roughest motherfuckers
Somethin illustrious, my crew's to bustin ass
Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out this bloody
I want the off the ?jetta? I got to blast a pit off
At any bit off tryin to at the brittles
You Ain't A for the Terror Squadron
You feel the 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 blossom like a flower the burrough
No doubt I'm thorough, with the
Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the bible out
Don't swear to know, or titles, all I request
Best rapper known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your

[Fat

You better slide or this homicide
no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side
Brothers and mother 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 cheatin
Player never wanna see my shine
Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit dress shoes
On my way to ?less
Less choose the we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, suite and lavish
Fix marriages for my kids, six on my whiz
Exotic and karats on my wrist
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 Squad

Link]

Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac I'm attackin
Even if its one against ten, 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 bust slugs, that's why I put em others
Cause some niggas ain't real, they talk mad
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 Rail
Want me to fail cause you on my
But as long as every song is rip, you tell me shit