Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Busta Rhymes & Rampage

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

(Rampage)
I you last year that I burned you in a flame
Now this year, I'm wreckin average niggaz in the
A lotta niggaz got two albums I explain
How they maintain to keep the same
I help it if my brain is supersonic
The way I play the game you I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout, for LBS from East to West
I'm still bring it to your chest
My throat'll recoil as I bounce the ball, I can fall
Now I got you open the mall
With Funkmaster Flex boom in your projects
To my in the Lands, Beemers, to the Lex
Now Busta Rhymes, you wanna do
Represent for the motherfuckin Flip Mode

(Busta Rhymes)
Aiyyo-y'awwwwl, one time I come
Knucklehead flow that make you act real
Yo, I your food like Florence
Run up in your crib my name was search warrants
Shut your mouth nigga don't you
Fix you up, mix you cut like
Ooooh, I be to your brain
Right on subconcious I leave my shit stain
I be the mostest with rhyme
Hot over shit like Ini Kamoze's
Sick lyrics like multiple
Focus while I display ferocious
niggaz just fall, keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to herb hustling
Hardcore like Draw McGraw
Fuck what you you ain't 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 the newest recipe
Fuck you up and condemn you all with leprosy
Let me hit you with flows, come various
Hahh, send you home and you lie about your alias
Ha-ha, niggaz see my routine
When I round up my Flip Mode and get cream
Hey you, you what the fuck I mean
Now I'm on the scene, through like Mean Joe Green
Now I'm making you feel the
Till I black you out then turn on my real high

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