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 know how it's goin

Yo son what's

Slay]
Ayo man the man, is craving for some of that 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 new flavors 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 y'all 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
this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch as hard as rocks
Givin to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin niggas I came slow through the
I'm, the original, visual,
Ten times platinum your career's lookin
Reach for this, motherfuck being a
Look in your eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You wanna fuck that
I need at least seven to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin my
I dropped Ill Bomb and now want more of that
Aint a rapper or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the bitch that tried to come and get me
Talk about paper, I can 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
the way I shine and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, beats that Def Jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with 9 or 10 hits
My run deep as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the days it was the M fast
But now the Bentley is all get whores 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 niggas come

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, new flavor by LL Cool J
Featuring LeShaun, it's called Imagine
I'm in the with my man, DJ Enuff
Yo Bimmy, this is how it's down
on Enuff, uh, come 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 legs clearer
You me on, keep me standin up
I that I could prove to you that I'm man enough
I come up to your job and handcuff your
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 you to the window so the world can see
Baby I'm on my knees, let your world be free
Curl tongue come get up on this 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
That
Knock girls off two at a time
Imagine
you and still make you mine

[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 of that flavor

Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, 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, this baby, [keep it going]

I'm *Incredible* [what nigga]
money like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky dike bitches in cages
in full 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 baby, no more tears
You mumblin the shit, dupe, my flow more
Baby listen here, I gettin paper for years
And program diretcors who fronted disappeared
And grimy ass niggas get laced with car
For being with uncle get it on
I burn your magazine, god'll
Can't on this hip hop phenomenon from Queens, uh

[DJ
As we it movin, brand new flavor
We call one Hello, featuring Amil
Aight, big up the Roc-A-Fella crew
Def Jam baby, The G.O.A.T., August 22nd
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 it's over the phone, safe to do it raw
Imagine every we could both explore

[Amil]

Baby you wearin right now

Hot pants

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

[Amil] I'm up and down 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
flavored 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, just a bit of flavor
Aight, LL Cool J
August

Mirror, mirror, on the
Who was the man 'Pac and Biggie Smalls
No disrespect, but y'all 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 y'all
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 minds like hats
Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks
I up, you step back
Crucify ya, execution men
The lips, the voice, the way the shit 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
Walkin in hell's kitchen and fell on the blade
New millenium revoltuion, my aint afraid
Fuck these labels til the legend's gettin paid
The war zone, I'ma pierce to bone
I got a tank on the fanwith nigga, I'm comin
If you want it, come and get it, it to the death
If you match a third of my success you blessed

That's right y'all, LL J, The G.O.A.T.
The Greatest Of All Time, August 22nd, go cop
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 bring my man out, the A&R behind this,
The A&R executive, yo Bimmy, yo Bimmy out here son

Thank you, God you, good night...