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
me to fail 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 girls that dress provacative
Terror Squad rock ice wider 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 hands to glocks, blow you back to your
I go back in time, your ass back to the present
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your
We handle our blessings, these where the battles is stressin
Took this rap game then mastered it
Blast my shit, this song change shitty that after it

Punisher]

Yo, yo, yo, don't make my have to pull motherfuckin car
a ? I'm killin like 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 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 through the roughest
Somethin illustrious, my accustom to bustin ass
Crushin glass in 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 laugh at the
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, a lot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower throughout the
No doubt I'm thorough, with the
Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the bible out
Don't to know, idols or titles, all I request
Best known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death

[Fat

You better or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side
Brothers died and cried at wakes, these are the brakes
Curtis you head like jake (like jake)
So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no mines
Player haters never see my shine
Up in a in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes
On my way to ?less
Less choose the life we live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, suite and lavish
Fix marriages for my kids, six 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
the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap back
Leave heart rate flat one Terror Squad attacks

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

Punisher]

It's my life, my money, my world, my
TS electrify the sky like the Third
Want me to fail cause you on my
But as long as every song is rip, you tell me shit