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 rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly graphical stats
Half of you the magical dap of tragical rap
tackles you back and shackles and laughs 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 hateful skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of
I'm at grade 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 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 lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my mental

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz niggaz is praisin' me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, to CD lasery
It pays to be flavery
Into my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you you
you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York niggaz is trigger happy, scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us (And we Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, plain and simple Jigga my game is mental
While slow niggaz know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical
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 what? Swallow the
I don't a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old
and I've broken every law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the
Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you hot in under the bed

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

Ay-yo I shatter like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be from rap like Adam & 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 at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't jack
hit 'em with a pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, the earth crack
him his purse back
I'm the first rapper 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, 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 my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like
Go try to find another rhymer my kinda gramma