Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Factory Freestyle

[DJ
Ayo, this the hitter DJ Enuff, Def Jam's own
Aight, who dat

[DJ Kay
Ayo it's DJ Kay Slay from they way
Street sweepers baby you know how it's down

Yo son poppin?

Slay]
Ayo man the streets man, is for some of that LL thing
Ill Bomb was it man
But I know y'all got more in man

Yo son we live at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City
We got the brand new flavors from LL J
Ayo Bimmy! Pass heat son, let's get this shit crackin

[LL J]
Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and
That shit y'all talkin is
I put it down from the to the tenement
It's LL J nigga, everything I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the
We get down, we get down baby
Check this shit out here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma
It'll you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin niggas I came slow the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum your career's critical
for this, motherfuck being a criminal
Look in bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You wanna freestyle fuck
I need at least seven figures to even touch
But everybody was underestimatin my format
I dropped Ill and now niggas want more of that
Aint a dead or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the last that tried to come and get me
about paper, I can talk about broads
I can about movies, I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all
And be mine, by law
Why name me Of All Times?
Because for years I kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I and my lyrics combine
the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10
My run deep as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the it was the M fast stick
But now the Bentley is all get more whores on the
This for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas
That when I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas home

Word up, the new album gon' be the baby
Aint no doubt about it, E Pluribus
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T., Of All Time...

[DJ Kay
Ahh yeah, brand new flavor by LL J
Featuring LeShaun, it's called Imagine
I'm in the house with my man, DJ
Yo Bimmy, this is how going down
Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more

[LL J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ
You're the that I see when I'm ridin by
The one givin me a that I can't deny
You got the boots on, suede hittin your thigh
Actin my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye
I slow down, catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog on, to see the legs more clearer
You turn me on, me standin up
I wish that I prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your
Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the off
Then sit you up on the machine
copies of your kitten with my chin in between
Then I take you to the window so the can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let world be free
Curl tongue come get up on this desk me
Multiple orgasms is destiny

[LL and
Yo, I'ma hit you in the backseat and you to slide
That
It aint my that my broads collide
Imagine
your girls off two at a time
Imagine
you and still make you mine

[Kay
Ahh man I like the way this shit is down
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the and twos [record scratching]
Hit me up with some more of that

Ayo Bimmy, a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the
Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, a Rock the Bells, Def Jam
man, knowhatimsayin Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,
[goddam!] me, yeah, feel baby, [keep it going]

I'm *Incredible* nigga] outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia
Get freaky throw bitches in cages
Paid in full European shit, Avis
in ears, blingin the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him year
But the L still here, face, crystal clear
Love a chick to give me head I shampoo her hair
Head to the back baby, no tears
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow clear
listen here, I been gettin paper for years
And program diretcors who they disappeared
And grimy ass get laced with car bombs
For being overcritical with get it on
I your magazine, god'll intervene
Can't on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh

[DJ
As we keep it movin, new flavor
We this one Hello, featuring Amil
Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella
Def Jam baby, The G.O.A.T., August 22nd
Go cop in the stores
Big up to all the ladies, aight,

[LL and 6X
Hello,
Yo, yo

[woman's
on the telephone

the, 212 or 718
Or 914 I it hardcore
it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imagine world we could both explore

[Amil]

Baby what you wearin now

[Amil] Hot

My girl aint around get down
And I hope the phone's let's pretend you on my lap

[Amil] I'm up and down with my shoulders back
you like that

You see you up my bill
Mama might hear me but you too ill
I get flicks lined up, stereo low
Cherry flavored grease my elbow
If I was what would you do

[Amil] I'd lay you on back
Ride or Die daddy and I love it like

Ahh man, just a little bit of flavor Kay, a little bit of flavor
Aight, LL J baby
August

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before and Biggie Smalls
No disrespect, but y'all know how I
The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking y'all
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before P and Puff y'all
No disrespect, but y'all know what called
The L L C O O L J, that shit

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like hats
Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
Three mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I step up, you step
Crucify ya, execution men
The lips, the voice, the way the shit blend
My won't end, my crown don't bend
the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen
To the page, to the stage, wise, half my age
Walkin in hell's and fell on the god's blade
New revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid
Fuck these record labels til the legend's paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to bone
I got a on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home
If you it, come and get it, bring it to the death
If you match a third of my success you blessed

That's right y'all, LL J, The G.O.A.T.
The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop
Don't with the bootleggers, aight
I wanna big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin it wit me
Aight, and before we it down, aight
I bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo come out here son

Thank you, God you, good night...