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 sweepers baby you how it's goin down

Yo son poppin?

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

Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New York
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 talkin is
I put it down from the to the tenement
LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the
Y'knawmean? We get down, we get baby
Check this out right here, uh

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

Word up, the new album 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, new flavor by LL Cool J
Featuring LeShaun, it's Imagine That
I'm in the with my man, DJ Enuff
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 me a feeling that I can't deny
You got the boots on, suede hittin your thigh
Actin like my chrome aint catchin' your eye
Sometimes I down, catch the ass in the mirror
Turn the fog lights on, to see the more clearer
You turn me on, me standin up
I wish that I prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your
Throw that nigga in the closet and the lights off
Then sit you up on the copy
Make copies of your kitten with my in between
I take you to the window so the world can see
Baby I'm down on my knees, let world be free
Curl tongue get up on this desk with me
Multiple is your destiny

[LL and
Yo, I'ma hit you in the backseat and you to slide
Imagine
It aint my fault my broads collide
Imagine
your 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 ones and [record scratching]
Hit me up with some more of flavor

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

I'm *Incredible* [what outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia
Get throw dike bitches in cages
Paid in European shit, fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, blingin the
Canibus, I bodied him last year
But the L here, watch face, crystal clear
Love a chick to give me head while I her hair
Head to the back baby, no more
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow clear
Baby listen here, I gettin paper for years
And program who fronted they disappeared
And grimy ass get laced with car bombs
For being overcritical uncle get it on
I your magazine, god'll intervene
Can't front on 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., 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 it hardcore
When over the phone, it's safe to do it raw
Imagine every we could both explore

[Amil]

Baby what you right now

[Amil] Hot

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

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

You see you up my bill
Mama might me but you just too ill
I get your lined up, stereo low
Cherry grease beneath my elbow
If I was there 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, just a little bit of
Aight, LL J baby
22nd

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, what's my motherfucking name
Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man before Master P and Puff
No disrespect, but y'all know what he's
The L L C O O L J, spell shit

Frankly black, I'm on you niggas like Yankee hats
Paparazzi flash, nigga L up in the back
Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major
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, career wise, my age
Walkin in hell's and fell on the god's blade
New millenium revoltuion, my niggas afraid
Fuck these record til the legend's gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to bone
I got a tank on the 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 success you

That's right y'all, LL J, The G.O.A.T.
The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop
Don't fuck with the bootleggers,
I big up my man DJ Kay Slay, for holdin it down wit me
Aight, and before we it down, aight
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 bless you, night...