Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad

[Busta
Flip Mode, Funk Flex 3!

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

Sham]
Let me find out poppin' shit from the mouth
Post-ponin' two macs that's spittin' from the holsters
You this 'cause you chose this
I split wigs the ocean, respect 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 door in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark
Baby Sham all in the mix on foul blends
Unhh...uhhh...

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

[Rah
What?! You like the hooptie that ain't test driven
I say spittin', less stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?
Watch 'mira' the steez
Then I cut a bitch clean I was Latin Queens
Digga on the watch the sales quadruple
Flex like I'm 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 other click once but reefer sucked
Well, to blaze watch how I swing
'cause I be mad like Max and like Ming

Star]
Interception, throw the in my direction
Let me step to these pussies raw dog wit' no
dem until they bleed and they can't breathe
Run up in they click with ten terrorizing
Ya'll niggaz is twat, my squad form SWAT
Spliff Star through ya like it or not
High off pot, make it hot like a plot
Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm my props, WHAT!

[Lord Mercy]
Ay-yo fuck dem and everything they love on Earth
Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble cris
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 last then kick the dust on them first
Kemosabe! arms too short to box with me
(For-geddit) Call shots me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I kill like mad cow
My rhyme blaze up for acres...

[Busta
...get lucci, Gucci and stack papers
Tell me what's wrong nigga got yo face up
Beats fuck your head up got yo mind messed up
up, I love when bitches get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You best I (HA!) tear the rest up
When you clean the mess up, press up
acid burn yo chest up
Who's the up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er
Throwin' me off, you be in labor, TURN Funkmaster 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.