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 verbal is actual fact
Tactical match perfectly with graphical stats
of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you and shackles and laughs at you
That's... madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of and song
This on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful 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 my father back as an angel
is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my mental

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately is praisin' me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD
It pays to be flavery
Into my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you I probably thought you stalked you
you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New niggaz is trigger happy, Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Nowhere)
There it is, plain and like Jigga my game is mental
While slow niggaz better know I their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical
Compatible with the average New
A fast talker, like when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
out for the and the cho-cha
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? the stuff
I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four old
and I've already every law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the
Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you still hot in the bed

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

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