Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad

[Busta
Flip Mode, Flex Volume 3!

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

Sham]
Let me find out niggaz poppin' shit from the
Post-ponin' some two macs that's spittin' from the
You feel this 'cause you this
I split wigs the ocean, respect Moses
More clips to spit, Flip Mode this shit
So bounce to this, rollie on
My platinum half wit' sin
See me in the club by the door in
Rockin' the lin, my 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 wanna do it
[Busta] I..say...what my Flip Mode wanna do now?
[Flip We wanna do it again, again again and again
[Busta] I...say...do shit
[Flip Mode] I say do shit
[Busta] Uh-do that real live
[Flip Mode] Uh do that live shit!
[Busta] You know we comin' through
[Flip Mode] You know we comin' shit
[Busta] we here to rule shit!
[Flip Mode] we here to rule 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
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 where the Taj is
with the Outz on the pre-product
Had this click once but they reefer sucked
Well, time to blaze how I swing
'cause I be mad like Max and merciless like

[Spliff
Interception, throw the in my direction
Let me to these pussies raw dog wit' no protection
Strokin' dem until they bleed and they breathe
Run up in they with ten terrorizing theives
Ya'll niggaz is twat, my squad form SWAT
Spliff Star comin' 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 love on Earth
Keep 'em from birth til' the jet black bubble cris Hurst
And run a turf wit' double his purse
Hustlin' curse like pastors who got guns in the
Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the
Dark, kissin' a worm til' they burst
Speak last rites then kick the dust on first
Kemosabe! Your arms too short to box me
(For-geddit) Call wit' me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I kill like mad cow
My rhyme blaze up for acres...

Rhymes]
...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack
Tell me what's nigga got yo face bent up
Beats fuck your head up even got yo mind up
Step up, I love when get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You believe I (HA!) tear the rest up
When you clean the mess up, press up
Metaphor acid yo chest up
Who's the next up to be the fool to get the X-er
Throwin' me off, you be in labor, TURN Funkmaster 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.