Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Jay-Z

Yeah y'all Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker... you don't stop
You won't quit, drop shit like this
Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, cause I'm gonna do it
The of the hustlers, who else gon do it?
Most niggaz is locked or in the box with embalming
That's how I get it when I come through in the V
You rap niggaz on the radio do it for me
the removable face, place the CD
Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't sense
Talk about lines
Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I in mine
Ran so much coke, I could a dime
And this is way back when, way before bullshit was signed
Tryin to indirectly, me, directly
Careful what you wish for, get raw
Nigga I'm straight gutta, let me you
Act you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything when I put my to it
A whole lot when I put the nine to it
I flow shit blow shit shit tow shit
On some sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows man
niggaz in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I don't give a who you go get
I shit like poker, smack em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, me
Who in your circle fuck around with Jay?
No mo' shit, Cristals get shit
my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit
Bout to drop a and make po-po sick
I the respect feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
Cause all, what's my name, oh shit!
Yeah Funk and uh, we don't stop
Y'all wanna rhyme like me, dime like me
Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my
Drink Cristal, play in his wristal
Sell fish scale, y'all niggaz love this
players, Jay-Z's offic-ial
Been out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it
Foundation is layed, we can take to the top babygirl
if not afraid, the world is watchin
Most certainly, clowns get up in your drawers
think they me, ha hah
I keep you ill and traced out, brace style
watch my diamond face style
Crib on the coast, floors laced out
you upstairs singing 'Let's 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 jealous at the baby showers
Beatch!
How we do, Funk Flex,
Brooklyn...
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