Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Rampage

(Busta Rhymes)
Yes y'all, in the
I be Busta Rhymes
And my nigga Ramp, The Boy Scout
you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen to I say
Listen to what I
to how we walk
Hey, it out, listen to what I do
Yo it out, yo, what, hey yo yo yo
And Rhymes coming in live
Some of you niggaz had me knock shit down for
[I'm ready to set it Yeah yeah yeah
[Check it out it out]

(Rampage)
I told you year that I burned you in a flame
Now this year, I'm wreckin niggaz in the game
A niggaz got two albums I can't explain
How they maintain to keep the same
I can't help it if my brain is
The way I play the you think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout, stand for LBS from to West
I'm gonna bring it to your chest
My recoil as I bounce the ball, I can never fall
Now I got you like the mall
Funkmaster Flex boom bangin in your projects
To my in the Lands, Beemers, to the Lex
Now Busta Rhymes, you wanna do
for the motherfuckin Flip Mode crew

(Busta Rhymes)
Aiyyo-y'awwwwl, one more I come
Knucklehead that make you act real dumb
Yo, I burn your food Florence
Run up in your crib like my name was search
Shut your mouth nigga you complain
Fix you up, mix you cut pro-caine
Ooooh, I be insane to brain
on your subconcious I leave my shit stain
I be the mostest with rhyme
Hot stepping over shit like Ini
Sick lyrics multiple sclerosis
Focus while I flows ferocious
Weak niggaz fall, keep tumbling
lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you heard this before
Yo, everything raw
nigga living right next door
When I step in the place I leave
Nuff bandages on pussy from
Yo, watch me bring the newest
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with
Let me hit you with flows, that come
Hahh, send you home and make you lie about your
Ha-ha, can't see my routine
When I round up my Flip Mode and get cream
Hey you, you know what the I mean
Now I'm on the scene, stepping like Mean Joe Green
Now I'm you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real beam

[Flex this into the beginning of Mobb Deep's "Give up the Goods"]