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

[Big
my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky the Third Rail
me to fail cause 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 provacative
Terror Squad rock ice than Yugoslavians
Run up in building, bust locks, and blow the lobby in
since the sample dropped, never will the glamour stop
Claimin your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop
Turnin to glocks, blow you back to your essence
I go back in time, your ass back to the present
a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter 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 my have 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 your jaw cause thats the law
Hack off your skull, I'm stackin heads like polls
Blow a hole in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham?
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, traces 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 Ain't A Killer for the Terror
You the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden
I'll pierce an if your startin trouble, spark a lot above you
And watch it blossom 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, idols or titles, all I
Best rapper yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death

[Fat

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

[Cuban

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

Punisher]

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