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
Want me to fail 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 that dress
Terror rock ice wider than Yugoslavians
Run up in your building, bust locks, and blow the in
Blazin since the sample dropped, will the glamour stop
that your vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop
Turnin hands to glocks, blow you back to your
I go back in time, stop your ass to the present
Packin a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror shatter your presence
We handle our blessings, these where the battles is stressin
Took rap game over then mastered it
Blast my shit, this 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 Boulevard
I'm hardcore, thug blood, raw, it off
Laugh it off, I crush jaw cause thats the law
Hack off your skull, I'm heads like Totem polls
Blow a hole in your throat and throw you from to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe with the
Run the rukkus through the roughest
Somethin illustrious, my crew's to bustin ass
Crushin glass in nigga's faces, leavin traces of red out bloody bath
I want the 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 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 doubt I'm thorough, the periscope
Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the whole out
swear to know, idols or titles, all I request
Best known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death

Joe]

You slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Crack, I'm blowin backs 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 between the lines, no cheatin mines
Player never wanna see my shine
Up in a Ranger in a Lex Coupe, rockin a fresh suit with shoes
On my way to ?less
choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, suite and cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats on my
Exotic toke' and karats on my
It ain't for for sex, money, and drugs
True thugs slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the FUCK Joe Twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat one Terror Squad

Link]

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

[Big

my life, my money, my world, my girls
TS electrify the sky like the Rail
Want me to cause you on my dick
But as long as every song is rip, you tell me shit