Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle - Jay-Z

Yeah this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, two, how we do
Motherfucker... yeah you don't
You won't quit, Jay-Z shit like this
Aiyyo, my records cause I was born to do it
Kick Willie shit well, cause I'm really gonna do it
The voice of the hustlers, who gon do it?
Most niggaz is or in the box with embalming fluid
That's how I get it locked when I through in the V
You rap niggaz on the radio do it for me
Insert the face, place the CD
Your Prince, cause you rap don't make sense
Talk bitten lines
I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine
Ran so much coke, I shit a dime
And this is way back when, way before your was signed
Tryin to indirectly, effect me,
Careful what you wish for, get raw
Nigga I'm gutta, let me remind you
Act you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you
I do anything I put my mind to it
A whole lot more I put the nine to it
I flow shit shit smash shit tow shit
On some sho' shit hose it down and you knows this man
Keep niggaz in awe the old shit
No shit, and I give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack em
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back whole click down what?
Frito Lay I slay for play, tell me
Who in your circle could 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 only the respect feds, cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose
Cause after all, 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 ride 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 could tell you to do and how to do it
Foundation is layed, we can take to the top babygirl
if you're not afraid, the is watchin
Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your
they hurtin me, ha hah
I keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace
Cartier watch my diamond face
Crib on the coast, floors laced out
you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House'
Drop a in her, little life to breathe in her
Wanna boy so to be sure, I in her
His are laced in Caesar Leguars
All the chicks jealous at the baby
Beatch!
How we do, Funk Flex,
Brooklyn...
*fades How About Some Hardcore by M.O.P.*