Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Jay-Z

Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk
60 Minutes of Funk, two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah you stop
You won't quit, drop shit like this
Aiyyo, my sell cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, cause I'm gonna do it
The voice of the hustlers, who gon do it?
Most niggaz is locked or in the box embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when I through in the V
You rap on the radio don't do it for me
the removable face, place the CD
Your Prince, you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk bitten lines
Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in
Ran so much coke, I shit a dime
And this is way back when, way before your was signed
to indirectly, effect me, directly
Careful you wish for, Jigga get raw
I'm straight gutta, let me remind you
Act like you, out of mind, I put your mind out of you
I do when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more I put the nine to it
I flow shit blow shit smash tow shit
On some sho' shit hose it down and you knows this man
niggaz in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I don't a fuck who you go get
I shit like poker, smack em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole down what?
Frito Lay rappers I for play, tell me
Who in your circle could fuck around Jay?
No mo' shit, Cristals get dough
Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on double-fo' shit
Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po
I only the feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the dopest to your brain, the comatose shit
after all, what's my name, oh shit!
Yeah Funk and uh, we don't stop
Y'all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime me
Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna my mami
Cristal, play diamonds in his wristal
Sell fish scale, y'all love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Z's
Been through out, I tell you what to do and how to do it
is layed, we can take this to the top babygirl
if not afraid, the world is watchin
Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your
they hurtin me, ha hah
I you ill and traced out, tennis brace style
watch my diamond face style
Crib on the coast, marble laced out
Chase you upstairs singing Play House'
Drop a seed in her, little to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I in her
His days are laced in Caesar
All the chicks jealous at the baby
Beatch!
How we do, Funk Flex,
Brooklyn...
*fades How About Some Hardcore by M.O.P.*