Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad

[Busta
Flip Mode, Funk Volume 3!

It's like battle of the stars, spittin'
Foreign cars, been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the brick road
Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed
98 an' the gold
I'm a dissector, 15 on the
Yo they owe me at Elektra
Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, catch ya
My squad the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get this cheddar, my life is better, WHA!

[Baby
Let me find out niggaz poppin' from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's from the holsters
You feel this you chose this
I split like the ocean, respect Moses
More to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit
So to this, rollie on wrist
My shit half wit' sin
See me in the club by the bulgin' in
the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on foul
Unhh...uhhh...

[Busta] What niggaz wanna do right now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we do it again
[Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode wanna do now?
Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and again
[Busta] I...say...do shit
[Flip I say do that shit
Uh-do that real live shit
[Flip Mode] Uh do that real shit!
[Busta] You we comin' through shit
[Flip Mode] You we comin' thru shit
[Busta] Ay-yo we here to shit!
[Flip Mode] Ay-yo we to rule shit!

[Rah
What?! You like the hooptie that ain't test driven
I say fresh spittin', stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?
Watch 'mira' the steez
Then I cut a clean like I was Latin Queens
Digga on the watch the sales quadruple
like I'm feelin' it, red like my poo-poo!
Some shit Fendi type galoshes
On some Rah-shit wit' real estate the Taj is
Fuckin' with the on the pre-product
Had this other click once but they reefer
Well, time to watch how I swing
'cause I be mad like Max and merciless Ming

[Spliff
Interception, the microphone in my direction
Let me step to these raw dog wit' no protection
Strokin' dem until bleed and they can't breathe
Run up in they click with ten theives
Ya'll niggaz is twat, my form like SWAT
Spliff comin' through ya like it or not
High off pot, make it hot like a coke
to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!

[Lord Mercy]
Ay-yo fuck dem and they love on this Earth
Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris
And run a stick turf wit' double his
Hustlin' curse pastors who got guns in the church
in the church...hmmm...rum in the church
Dark, kissin' a worm til' they jugular
Speak last rites kick the dust on them first
Kemosabe! Your arms too to box with me
(For-geddit) Call wit' me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I beef like mad cow
My rhyme blaze up for acres...

[Busta
...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack
Tell me what's nigga got yo face bent up
fuck your head up even got yo mind messed up
Step up, I when bitches get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) the rest up
When you finish clean the mess up, up
Metaphor acid yo chest up
Who's the up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er
Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, Funkmaster Flex-uh!

[Funkmaster ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!
60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to for understandin' how
the flex...Yeah...what the deal.