Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad

[Busta
Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!

It's battle of the stars, spittin' bars
Foreign cars, been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz, 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 at Elektra
Don't let the Ramp ya, I'm-a catch ya
My bring the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get this cheddar, my 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 this 'cause you chose
I split wigs like the ocean, Moses
More clips to spit, Flip runnin' this shit
So to this, rollie on wrist
My platinum half wit' sin
See me in the club by the bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix on 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 wanna do
[Flip Mode] We wanna do it again, again again and
[Busta] I...say...do that
[Flip Mode] I say do that
[Busta] Uh-do that live shit
[Flip Mode] Uh do real live shit!
[Busta] You we comin' through shit
Mode] You know we comin' thru shit
[Busta] Ay-yo we here to shit!
[Flip Ay-yo 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 'mira' mack the
Then I cut a bitch clean like I was Latin
Digga on the track watch the quadruple
Flex like I'm it, red like my poo-poo!
Some shit with type galoshes
On some Rah-shit wit' real estate the Taj is
Fuckin' with the Outz on the
Had this other click once but reefer sucked
Well, time to watch how I swing
'cause I be mad Max and merciless like Ming

Star]
Interception, throw the in my direction
Let me step to these raw dog wit' no protection
dem until they bleed and they can't breathe
Run up in they click with ten theives
Ya'll niggaz is twat, my form like SWAT
Spliff Star comin' through ya 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 cris Hurst
And run a stick wit' double his purse
Hustlin' curse like pastors who got guns in the
Ones in the church...hmmm...rum in the
Dark, kissin' a til' they jugular burst
last rites then kick the dust on them first
Kemosabe! Your too short to box with me
(For-geddit) Call shots me (for-geddit)
Laugh now cry later, I beef like mad cow
My rhyme blaze up for acres...

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