Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Factory Freestyle

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

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

Yo son poppin?

[Kay
Ayo man the streets man, is craving for of that LL thing
Youknowwhatimsayin? Ill was it man
But I know y'all got in store 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 is irrelevant
I put it down the gutter to the tenement
It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the
Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down
Check shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma
It'll make you bitch niggas as as rocks
Givin head to the glock, pretend hard cock
Splashin niggas I came through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum your lookin critical
Reach for this, being a criminal
Look in bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You freestyle fuck that
I need at least seven figures to even that
But since everybody was underestimatin my
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of
Aint a rapper 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
the way I shine and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10
My hits run as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the it was the M fast stick
But now the Bentley is all get whores on the dick
ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas
That remember when I came
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home

Word up, the new album be the shit 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 by LL Cool J
LeShaun, it's called Imagine That
I'm in the with my man, DJ Enuff
Yo Bimmy, this is how it's down
Come on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one time

[LL J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ
You're the honey that I see when I'm by
The one givin me a feeling I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on, hittin your thigh
Actin like my chrome aint catchin' your eye
Sometimes I slow down, the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs clearer
You me on, keep me standin up
I wish that I could to you that I'm man enough
I up to your job and handcuff your boss
Throw that nigga in the closet and turn the off
sit you up on the copy machine
Make of your kitten with my chin in between
Then I take you to the so the world can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let your world be
Curl come get up on this desk with me
Multiple orgasms is your

[LL and
Yo, I'ma hit you in the and tell you to slide
That
It aint my fault that my broads
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 going
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and [record scratching]
Hit me up with some more of flavor

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

I'm *Incredible* [what outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia
Get freaky throw dike bitches in
Paid in European shit, fuck Avis
in ears, blingin the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I him last year
But the L still here, watch face, clear
Love a chick to give me head I shampoo her hair
Head to the back baby, no more
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow clear
Baby listen here, I gettin paper for years
And program who fronted they disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get laced with car
For overcritical with uncle get it on
I burn magazine, god'll intervene
Can't front on this hip hop phenomenon Queens, uh

[DJ
As we keep it movin, new flavor
We call one Hello, featuring Amil
Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella
Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., 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
When it's over the phone, it's to do it raw
Imagine every we could both explore

[Amil]

Baby what you wearin now

[Amil] Hot

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

I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders back
Nigga you like

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

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

Ahh man, just a little bit of Kay, just a little bit of flavor
Aight, LL Cool J
22nd

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie
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 Master P and Puff y'all
No disrespect, but y'all know what called
The L L C O O L J, spell shit

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas like Yankee hats
flash, that nigga L up in the back
Three quarter mink, armor, flashin major stacks
I step up, you back
Crucify ya, other men
The lips, the voice, the way the whole 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, career wise, my age
in hell's kitchen and fell on the god's blade
New revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid
Fuck these record labels til the gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to your
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin
If you want it, come and get it, it to the death
If you could a third of my success you blessed

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

Thank you, God you, good night...