Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad

[Busta
Flip Mode, Flex Volume 3!

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

Sham]
Let me find out poppin' shit from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's from the holsters
You feel 'cause you chose this
I split like the ocean, respect Moses
clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this shit
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 all in the mix on foul blends
Unhh...uhhh...

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

[Rah
What?! You like the hooptie that ain't been driven
I say fresh spittin', stricken and cess ridden, WHAT?
'mira' mack the steez
Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin
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 real estate where the Taj is
with the Outz on the pre-product
Had this other click once but they sucked
Well, time to watch how I swing
'cause I be mad Max and merciless like Ming

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

[Lord Mercy]
Ay-yo dem and everything they love on this Earth
Keep 'em runnin' from birth til' the jet black bubble Hurst
And run a stick 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 til' they jugular
Speak rites 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...

Rhymes]
...get lucci, sport Gucci and papers
Tell me what's wrong nigga got yo bent up
Beats fuck 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!) tear the up
you finish clean the mess up, press up
Metaphor acid burn yo up
Who's the next up to be the to get the boxcutter X-er
Throwin' me off, you still be in labor, TURN Flex-uh!

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