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 road
Flip Mode! Yo, we got shit blowed
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 this cheddar, my life is better, WHA!

Sham]
Let me find out niggaz poppin' from the mouth
Post-ponin' some two macs that's spittin' the holsters
You feel this 'cause you this
I split wigs the ocean, respect Moses
More clips to spit, Mode runnin' this shit
So bounce to this, on wrist
My platinum shit half sin
See me in the by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves tight, dark skin
Sham spittin' all in the mix on foul blends
Unhh...uhhh...

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

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

[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 terrorizing
Ya'll is twat, my squad form like SWAT
Spliff Star through ya like it or not
off pot, make it hot like a coke plot
Refuse to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm my props, WHAT!

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

[Busta
...get lucci, sport and stack papers
Tell me wrong nigga got yo face bent up
fuck your head up even got yo mind messed up
Step up, I when bitches 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 Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Busta Rhymes, Flip Squad!
60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to Monica for how
the flex...Yeah...what the deal.