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
Street sweepers baby you know how it's down

Yo son what's

[Kay
Ayo man the streets man, is craving for of that LL thing
Ill Bomb was it man
But I y'all got more in store man

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

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

E Pluribus Unum is the album drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as as rocks
Givin head to the glock, pretend it's cock
Splashin I came slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten platinum your career's lookin critical
Reach for this, motherfuck being a
Look in your eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You freestyle fuck that
I need at least seven figures to even that
But everybody was underestimatin my format
I dropped Ill Bomb and now niggas more of that
Aint a rapper dead or fuckin wit me
Ask the bitch that tried to come and get me
Talk paper, I can talk about broads
I can talk about movies, I can talk about
the fantasies, yo I got all four
And be mine, by law
Why me Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen I kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way I shine and my lyrics
With the ruggedest, illest beats that Def Jam can
Fuck other niggas with their 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 whores on the dick
This ones for [distorted] and my Riker's Island
That remember when I through
The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74
Little and the crew, y'all niggas come home

up, the new album 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, brand new flavor by LL J
Featuring LeShaun, 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 more

[LL J]
DJ Enuff, DJ Enuff, DJ
You're the that I see when I'm ridin by
The one givin me a feeling that I can't
You got the Prada boots on, suede your thigh
Actin like my chrome twenties aint catchin' eye
I slow down, catch 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 come up to your job and handcuff boss
Throw that in the closet and turn the lights off
sit you up on the copy machine
Make copies of your kitten with my in between
Then I take you to the window so the can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let your be free
Curl tongue come get up on desk with me
orgasms is your destiny

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

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

Ayo Bimmy, it's a 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 this baby, it going]

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

[DJ
As we keep it movin, new flavor
We this one Hello, featuring 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
it's over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imagine every world we could both

[Amil]

Baby what you wearin now

[Amil] Hot

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

[Amil] I'm bouncin up and down with my shoulders
Nigga you that

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

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

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

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before and Biggie Smalls
No disrespect, but know how I ball
The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking y'all
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before Master P and Puff
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
Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin stacks
I step up, you back
Crucify ya, execution men
The lips, the voice, the way the shit blend
My rain won't end, my crown 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 and fell on the god's blade
New millenium revoltuion, my aint afraid
Fuck these record labels til the gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma to your bone
I got a on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin home
If you want it, come and get it, it to the death
If you could match a third of my 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 with the bootleggers, aight
I big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin 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 come out here son

Thank you, God bless you, night...