Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Flipmode Squad

[Busta
Flip Mode, Funk Flex 3!

It's like 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 shit
98 an' the gold
I'm a dissector, 15 on the
Yo they owe me publishin' at
Don't let the Ramp wretch ya, catch ya
My squad the pressure, new trend setter
Watch me get this cheddar, my is gettin' 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 chose
I wigs like the ocean, respect Moses
More clips to spit, Flip Mode runnin' this
So bounce to this, 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 spittin' all in the mix on foul
Unhh...uhhh...

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

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

[Spliff
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
niggaz is twat, my squad form like SWAT
Spliff Star comin' through ya it or not
High off pot, make it hot like a coke
to lose, we keeps the flock, I'm earnin' my props, WHAT!

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

Rhymes]
...get lucci, sport Gucci and stack
Tell me what's wrong nigga got yo bent up
Beats fuck your head up got yo mind messed up
Step up, I love bitches get fly and dress up
(HA! What!) You best believe I (HA!) the rest up
When you finish 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 Flex] ...yeah, aaight? Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad!
60 minutes! Flavor... Big shout to for understandin' how
the flex...Yeah...what the deal.