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

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

It's my life, my world, my perogative
To push things and chase girls dress provacative
Squad 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
Claimin that vandle, when you seein Roman Candles pop
hands to glocks, blow you back to your essence
I go back in time, stop your ass to the present
a Wessun, actin, no blessin, Terror Squad shatter your presence
We handle our blessings, these where the battles is stressin
Took this rap game over mastered it
Blast my shit, this song change records that after it

[Big

Yo, yo, yo, don't my have to pull your motherfuckin car
With a ? I'm like Chicci from Southern Boulevard
I'm hardcore, thug blood, raw, it off
Laugh it off, I crush your jaw thats the law
Hack off your skull, I'm stackin like Totem polls
a hole in your throat and throw you from here to ?Fordham? Road
Blow for blow, I'm Toe to Toe the toughest
Run the through the roughest motherfuckers
Somethin illustrious, my accustom to bustin ass
Crushin glass in nigga's faces, traces of red out this bloody bath
I want the cash off the I got to blast a pit off
At any bit off to laugh at the brittles
You A Killer for the Terror Squadron
You feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer
I'll pierce an organ if your startin trouble, a lot above you
And watch it blossom like a flower the burrough
No doubt I'm thorough, the periscope
Rifle as a lyrical, cipher that'll tear the bible out
Don't swear to know, idols or titles, all I
Best known yet, Big Pun'll chaperone your death

[Fat

You better slide or catch homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other
Brothers died and cried at wakes, these are the brakes
Curtis you head like jake (like jake)
So take heed and between the lines, ain't no cheatin 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 fools?
Less choose the life we live, on the streets stabbin kids
Or live in mass, suite and cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six on my whiz
Exotic and karats on my wrist
It ain't shit for for sex, money, and
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in
What the FUCK Joe Crack? Twist your cap
Leave your rate flat one Terror Squad attacks

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Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac I'm attackin
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 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 niggas ain't real, they talk mad
when its time to flip, they hit the tracks to fit

[Big

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