Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Factory Freestyle

[DJ
Ayo, this the heavy hitter DJ Enuff, Def own
Aight, who dat

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

Yo son what's

[Kay
Ayo man the streets man, is for some of that LL thing
Youknowwhatimsayin? Ill was it man
But I know got more in store man

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

[LL J]
Ayo is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That shit y'all talkin is
I put it down the gutter to the tenement
It's LL Cool J nigga, I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the
Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down
this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as
Givin to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin niggas I slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum your career's lookin
Reach for this, motherfuck being a
Look in your bitch eyes, the is subliminal
You wanna freestyle that
I need at least seven figures to touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin my
I dropped Ill Bomb and now want more of that
Aint a rapper dead or fuckin wit me
Ask the bitch that tried to come and get me
Talk about paper, I can talk about
I can talk movies, I can talk about awards
the fantasies, yo I got all four
And be mine, by law
Why name me Greatest Of All
Because for fifteen years I kept y'all in line
the way I shine and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them niggas with their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run deep as the of your bitch
Back in the it was the M fast stick
But now the Bentley is all get more on the dick
ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island niggas
That remember I came through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come

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

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

[LL J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ
You're the honey that I see I'm ridin by
The one givin me a that I can't deny
You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your
Actin my chrome twenties aint catchin' your eye
Sometimes I slow down, the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more
You turn me on, keep me up
I wish that I prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your
Throw that in the closet and turn the lights off
Then sit you up on the copy
Make copies of your kitten with my chin in
I take you to the window so the world can see
Baby I'm on my knees, let your 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
That
Knock your girls off two at a
That
Disrespect you and still make you

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

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

I'm *Incredible* [what outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia
Get freaky throw bitches in cages
in full European shit, fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, the atmosphere
Canibus, I bodied him last year
But the L here, watch face, crystal clear
Love a chick to give me while I shampoo her hair
to the back baby, no more tears
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more
Baby listen here, I been gettin paper for
And program diretcors who they disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get with car bombs
For being overcritical uncle get it on
I burn your magazine, god'll
Can't front on this hip hop from Queens, uh

[DJ
As we keep it movin, brand new
We call one Hello, featuring Amil
Aight, big up the Roc-A-Fella crew
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

voice]
Honey on the

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

Hello

Baby what you wearin now

Hot pants

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

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

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

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

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

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before 'Pac and Smalls
No disrespect, but know how I ball
The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking name
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before Master P and 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 minds like Yankee
Paparazzi flash, nigga L up in the back
Three mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I up, you step 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, wise, half my age
Walkin in kitchen and fell on the god's blade
New millenium revoltuion, my niggas afraid
Fuck these record labels til the legend's gettin
The war zone, I'ma to your bone
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 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, 22nd, go cop that
Don't fuck with the bootleggers,
I big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin it down wit me
Aight, and we shut 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 bless you, night...