Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

*Dj

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


(Hot 97)
Hot 97
Uhh

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly 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
massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa skeletons locked
in the of my castle of Grayskull
I'm at grade school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are cables, snatchin' you fatal
That's how master you
I'm battlin' if he passes through my label
his halo
God I pray that you send my father as an angel
Language is and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and
I'm super lyrical, a brain the chemicals
used contenicals inside of my mental projectable

Just call me Baby cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me
for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It to be amazingly flavery
Gaze Into my that basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, you then tried to extort you
New York niggaz is trigger happy, scared
This town big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
While slow niggaz better know I blow their out they temples
I'm into magical torture romantic dramatical author
with the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when gas I'm the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the
the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck any more, I'm twenty-four years old
and I've already every law
I'm horrorcore, is for the heads
up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed

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

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my on your forehead
So every night 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 worth
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of per slap
Make his body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse
I'm the first Latin to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be I'm blacker than coal
Nat King, I be rapping and tongue's 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 more rhymers
feel the snake bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my
rhymin' I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the nine like Madonna
Go try to find another with my kinda gramma