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 match perfectly with graphical stats
Half of you lack the dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and at you
That's... madness 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 closet of my castle of
I'm at grade school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are cables, snatchin' you fatal
how master degrades you
I'm battlin' if he passes through my label
snatchin' his
God I pray that you send my father as an angel
Language is fatal and hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain the chemicals
used contenicals inside of my mental projectable

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz is me
for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It to be amazingly flavery
Gaze Into my eyes basically hypnotize you occasionally
I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you then to extort you
New York is trigger happy, Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us (And we Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is
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 Tony when gas whores I'm the masked
out for the cash and the
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 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, if you still 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 dreams like Jordan, assault and your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the
I'm my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see the "BP" off the (board head)
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga the worst rap
Cuz he worth jack
hit 'em with a thousand of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the crack
him his purse back
I'm the first rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker 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 manana in the rotten
C'mon-pana we more rhymers
feel the marijuana snake bite
I'm in Ivana wine-a, try to match my persona
Sometimes I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my gramma