Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad

[Busta
Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!

It's like battle of the stars, bars
Foreign cars, never to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick
Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit
98 an' the gold
I'm a dissector, 15 on the
Yo they owe me at Elektra
let the Ramp wretch ya, I'm-a catch ya
My bring the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get cheddar, my life is gettin' better, WHA!

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

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

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

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

[Busta
...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack
Tell me wrong nigga got yo face bent up
Beats fuck head up even got yo mind messed up
up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You believe I (HA!) tear the rest up
When you finish clean the mess up, up
Metaphor acid burn yo 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 Flex] ...yeah, Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!
60 minutes! Flavor... Big to Monica for understandin' how
the flex...Yeah...what the deal.