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 around they way
Street sweepers baby you know how goin down

Yo son poppin?

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

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

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

E Pluribus is the album I'ma drop
It'll you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Givin head to the glock, it's hard cock
Splashin niggas I came slow through the
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum your career's lookin
for this, motherfuck being a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the is subliminal
You freestyle fuck that
I need at least seven figures to even touch
But since everybody was underestimatin my
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas want more of
Aint a rapper dead or alive wit me
Ask the last bitch tried to come and get me
Talk paper, I can talk about broads
I can talk about movies, I can about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all
And be mine, by law
Why me Greatest Of All Times?
Because for years I kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics
With the ruggedest, illest beats Def Jam can find
Fuck them niggas with their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the days it was the M stick
But now the is all get more whores on the dick
This ones for [distorted] and my 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

Word up, the new gon' 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 flavor by LL J
Featuring LeShaun, it's called Imagine
I'm in the house with my man, DJ
Yo Bimmy, this is how it's down
Come on Enuff, uh, 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 feeling that I deny
You got the Prada boots on, hittin your thigh
Actin like my chrome twenties aint catchin' eye
Sometimes I slow down, the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more
You me on, keep me standin up
I wish that I could prove to you that I'm man
I up to your job and handcuff your boss
Throw that nigga in the closet and the lights off
Then sit you up on the copy
copies of your kitten with my chin in between
Then I take you to the window so the can see
Baby I'm on my knees, let your world be free
Curl tongue come get up on desk with me
Multiple is your destiny

[LL and
Yo, hit you in the backseat and tell you to slide
That
It aint my fault my broads collide
That
Knock your girls off two at a
Imagine
Disrespect you and still you mine

Slay]
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 of that flavor

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
Collabo man, Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,
[goddam!] me, yeah, feel this baby, it going]

I'm *Incredible* [what outrageous
Turn money like pages
Get freaky throw dike bitches in
Paid in full European shit, Avis
Rocks in ears, blingin the
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him last
But the L still here, watch face, crystal
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 more
Baby 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 call this one Hello, featuring
Aight, big up the Roc-A-Fella crew
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

voice]
Honey on the

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

Hello

Baby you wearin right now

[Amil] Hot

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

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

You see you up my bill
might hear me but you just too ill
I get your flicks lined up, low
Cherry grease beneath 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 flavor Kay, just a little bit of
Aight, LL Cool J
22nd

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before 'Pac and Biggie
No disrespect, but y'all how I ball
The L L C O O L J, what's my name y'all
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before Master P and Puff
No disrespect, but y'all know he's called
The L L C O O L J, spell that

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds Yankee hats
Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
quarter 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 rain won't end, my crown don't
the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen
To the page, to the stage, wise, half my age
in hell's kitchen and fell on the god's blade
New millenium revoltuion, my niggas aint
Fuck record labels til the legend's gettin 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 y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T.
The Greatest Of All Time, 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 before we shut it down,
I bring my man out, the A&R behind this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy out here son

Thank you, God you, good night...