Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

*Dj

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


(Hot 97)
Hot 97
Uhh

Ay-yo my murderous rap attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks perfectly with graphical stats
Half of you the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and at you
That's... mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the
The marriage, a bond of havoc and
This massacre's on as if laced you
There's lotsa skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of
I'm possum at school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are like cables, you fatal
That's how degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus if he passes through my
snatchin' his
God I pray that you my father back as an angel
is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all business and enterprisin'
I'm lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my projectable

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz is me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, to CD lasery
It to be amazingly flavery
Gaze my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, you then tried to extort you
New York niggaz is 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 my game is mental
While slow niggaz better know I their brains out they temples
I'm into magical torture romantic dramatical author
with the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the
Smash the coca, it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? the stuff
I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only years old
and I've already broken law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the
up in your 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, and batter your team
Your be barred from rap like 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)
that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't jack
hit 'em a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
his whole body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse
I'm the Latin rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm than coal
Like Nat King, I be rapping and packing
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling
It's Big Pun! The one and son of Tony...Montana
You ain't manana in the rotten manzana
C'mon-pana we need more
feel the marijuana snake bite
I'm in Ivana wine-a, try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind like
Comma, and go the whole like Madonna
Go try to another rhymer with my kinda gramma