Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad

[Busta
Flip Mode, Funk Volume 3!

It's battle of the stars, spittin' bars
cars, never been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick
Flip Mode! Yo, we got shit blowed
98 platinum an' the
I'm a dissector, 15 on the
Yo owe me publishin' at Elektra
Don't let the wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya
My squad bring the pressure, new trend
Watch me get this cheddar, my is gettin' better, WHA!

[Baby
Let me find out niggaz shit from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's from the holsters
You this 'cause you chose this
I split wigs like the ocean, Moses
More clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this
So to this, rollie on wrist
My platinum shit half 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 ya'll niggaz wanna do now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, we do it again
I..say...what my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again and again
I...say...do that shit
[Flip I say do that shit
[Busta] Uh-do real live shit
[Flip Uh do that real live shit!
[Busta] You know we comin' through
[Flip Mode] You know we comin' thru
[Busta] Ay-yo we to rule shit!
[Flip Mode] Ay-yo we here to shit!

[Rah
What?! You the hooptie that ain't been test driven
I say fresh spittin', less stricken and cess ridden,
Watch mack the steez
I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin Queens
Digga on the track the sales quadruple
Flex like I'm feelin' it, red my poo-poo!
Some with Fendi type galoshes
On some Rah-shit wit' estate where the Taj is
Fuckin' with the Outz on the
Had this other once but they reefer sucked
Well, time to blaze how I swing
I be mad like Max and merciless like Ming

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

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

[Busta
...get lucci, Gucci and stack papers
Tell me what's nigga got yo face bent up
Beats your head up even got yo mind messed up
Step up, I love when get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You best I (HA!) tear the rest up
you finish clean the mess up, press up
Metaphor burn yo chest up
Who's the next up to be the fool to get the X-er
Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, TURN Flex-uh!

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