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 fact
Tactical tracks match with graphical stats
of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you and shackles and laughs at you
That's... mathematical I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of and song
This on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa skeletons locked
in the of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, how I have to debate you
Raps are like cables, snatchin' you
That's how master you
I'm battlin' if he passes through my label
snatchin' his
God I that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and
I'm lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my projectable

Just call me Baby cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, to CD lasery
It to be amazingly flavery
Into my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you you
where you walked to at night, caught you then to extort 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 like my game is mental
While slow niggaz better I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the average New
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 Swallow the stuff
I give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old
and I've already broken 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 dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be 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 at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't jack
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per
Make his whole jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his back
I'm the first rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be and tongue's packing
The ones, magnums, cannons and guns
It's Big Pun! The one and son of Tony...Montana
You ain't promised manana in the rotten
we need more rhymers
feel the marijuana bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind Nirvana
Comma, and go the nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer my kinda gramma