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 Slay from around way
Street sweepers baby you know how it's down

Yo son what's

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

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

[LL J]
Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, and eloquent
That shit talkin is irrelevant
I put it down from the 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 baby
Check shit out right here, uh

E Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as
Givin head to the glock, it's hard cock
niggas I came slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum career's lookin critical
for this, motherfuck being a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is
You freestyle fuck that
I need at least figures to even touch that
But since everybody was my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas more of that
a rapper dead or alive fuckin 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 name me Greatest Of All
for fifteen years I kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I shine and my combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas 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 whores on the
This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island
remember when I came 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
Aint no doubt 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 Imagine That
I'm in the house my man, DJ Enuff
Yo Bimmy, this is how going down
on Enuff, uh, come on Enuff, one more time

[LL J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ
the honey that I see when I'm ridin by
The one givin me a feeling that I deny
You got the Prada boots on, suede hittin your
Actin like my chrome aint catchin' your eye
I slow down, catch 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 could prove to you 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 copy
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 world be free
Curl tongue come get up on desk with me
Multiple orgasms is your

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

[Kay
Ahh man I like the way shit is going down
DJ Enuff rippin it up on the ones and twos 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, it's a the Bells, Def Jam
Collabo man, Bim, me, uhh, yeah, me,
[goddam!] me, yeah, feel baby, [keep it going]

I'm *Incredible* [what outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia
Get freaky dike bitches in cages
Paid in full European shit, fuck
in ears, blingin the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus, I bodied him year
But the L still here, face, crystal clear
Love a to give me head while I shampoo her hair
Head to the back baby, no more
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more
Baby listen here, I been gettin paper for
And diretcors who fronted they disappeared
And ass niggas 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, brand new
We call this one Hello, Amil
Aight, big up the whole 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 love it
When over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imagine every world we could both

Hello

Baby what you wearin now

Hot pants

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

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

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

I'd lay you on your 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 Cool J
August

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before 'Pac and Smalls
No disrespect, but y'all know how I
The L L C O O L J, my motherfucking name y'all
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before Master P and y'all
No disrespect, but y'all know 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, nigga L up in the back
Three mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I step up, you step
Crucify ya, other men
The lips, the voice, the way the whole 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 revoltuion, my niggas aint afraid
Fuck these record labels til the legend's gettin
The war zone, pierce to your bone
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm home
If you want it, come and get it, bring it to the
If you could match a third of my success you

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

Thank you, God you, good night...