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 Slay from they way
Street baby you know how it's goin down

Yo son poppin?

Slay]
Ayo man the streets man, is craving for some of LL thing
Ill Bomb 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 LL Cool J
Ayo Bimmy! Pass that heat son, get this shit crackin

[LL J]
Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, and eloquent
That shit 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
Y'knawmean? We get down, we get down
Check shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as as rocks
Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard
Splashin niggas I slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum your lookin critical
Reach for this, being a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is
You wanna fuck that
I need at least seven to even touch that
But since was underestimatin my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now want more of that
Aint a rapper or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the last bitch that tried to and get me
Talk about paper, I can talk broads
I can talk about movies, I can about awards
the fantasies, yo I got all four
And be mine, by law
Why name me Of All Times?
Because for fifteen years I kept y'all in line
Lovin the way I and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can
Fuck them other niggas with 9 or 10 hits
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 on the dick
This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's niggas
That remember when I through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little Nasi and the crew, y'all come home

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

[DJ Kay
Ahh yeah, new flavor by LL Cool J
Featuring LeShaun, it's called That
I'm in the house with my man, DJ
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 I see when I'm ridin by
The one givin me a feeling that I deny
You got the boots on, suede hittin your thigh
Actin like my chrome twenties aint catchin' eye
Sometimes I slow down, catch the ass in the
Turn the fog lights on, to see the more clearer
You me on, keep me standin up
I wish that I prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff boss
that nigga in the closet and turn the lights off
Then sit you up on the machine
Make copies of your with my chin in between
I take you to the window so the world can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let your be free
Curl tongue come get up on this with me
Multiple is your destiny

[LL and
Yo, I'ma hit you in the and tell you to slide
Imagine
It my fault that my broads collide
That
Knock girls off two at a time
Imagine
Disrespect you and still make you

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

Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a 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* [what outrageous
money like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky throw dike bitches in
Paid in full European shit, Avis
in ears, blingin the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I him last year
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
listen here, I been gettin paper for years
And program diretcors who they disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get laced with car
For being overcritical with 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 this one Hello, Amil
Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella
Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August
Go cop that in the
Big up to all the ladies, aight,

[LL and 6X
Hello,
Yo, yo

[woman's
Honey on the

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

Hello

Baby what you wearin now

Hot pants

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

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

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

I'd lay you on your back
Ride or Die and I love it like that

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

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

black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats
Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major
I step up, you back
Crucify ya, other men
The lips, the voice, the way the shit blend
My rain won't end, my don't bend
the mind, to the arm, to the hand, to the pen
To the page, to the stage, career wise, my age
Walkin in hell's kitchen and on the god's blade
New millenium revoltuion, my niggas afraid
Fuck these labels til the legend's gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to your
I got a on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home
If you want it, and get it, bring it to the death
If you could a third of my success you blessed

That's y'all, LL Cool J, The G.O.A.T.
The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop
fuck with 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 wanna my man out, the A&R behind this, aight
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy come out son

Thank you, God bless you, night...