Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

*Dj

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


(Hot 97)
Hot 97
Uhh

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual
Tactical tracks perfectly with graphical stats
of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and and laughs at you
That's... mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the
The marriage, a of havoc and song
This on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful locked
in the closet of my of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, that's how I have to you
Raps are cables, snatchin' you fatal
how master degrades you
I'm Jesus 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 Jesus cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me
for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly
Gaze Into my eyes that basically hypnotize you
I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to you
New York niggaz is trigger happy, Pataki
This ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, plain and simple Jigga my game is mental
While niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture dramatical author
Compatible with the New Yorker
A talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends it up
If I roll up, you do what? the stuff
I don't give a any more, I'm only twenty-four years old
and I've already every law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the
Runnin' up in crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed

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

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like & Eve from the garden
I'm my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the "BP" off the (board head)
Reverse that, I curse at the first nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't worth
hit 'em with a thousand of pressure per slap
his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse
I'm the first Latin rapper to your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm than coal
Nat King, I be rapping and tongue's packing
The ones, magnums, and gatling guns
Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony...Montana
You ain't promised manana in the rotten
C'mon-pana we need more
the marijuana snake bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my
Sometimes I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my gramma