Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

*Dj

(Bronx Queens)
Yeah, Uhh
No
(Yeah Big Pun)
Yeah No Doubt
Yeah Get It On


(Hot 97)
Hot 97
Uhh

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual
Tactical tracks perfectly with graphical stats
Half of you lack the magical dap of rap
tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's... mathematical I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and
massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful skeletons
in the closet of my of Grayskull
I'm at grade school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are like cables, you fatal
how master degrades you
I'm battlin' if he passes through my label
snatchin' his
God I pray that you send my father back as an
Language is and it's hypnotizin'
I'm emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's contenicals inside of my mental projectable

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz niggaz is praisin' me
Just for the way I to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly
Gaze Into my that basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you then to extort you
New niggaz is trigger happy, Pataki scared
This ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my is mental
While slow niggaz better I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into magical torture romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the average New
A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked
out for the and the cho-cha
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? the stuff
I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four old
and already broken every law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the
Runnin' up in crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed

(yeah) yeah one more yo, I'm gonna give one for Montana
yo yo yo
yo yo yo

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and your team
Your be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my on your forehead
So night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the (board head)
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the rap
Cuz he ain't jack
hit 'em a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the crack
hand him his purse
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm than coal
Like Nat King, I be rapping and packing
The ones, magnums, cannons and guns
Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony...Montana
You ain't promised in the rotten manzana
C'mon-pana we need rhymers
feel the snake bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like
Comma, and go the nine like Madonna
Go try to find another with my kinda gramma