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 attack is actual
Tactical match perfectly with graphical stats
of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and and laughs 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 hateful skeletons locked
in the of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are like cables, snatchin' you
how master degrades you
I'm battlin' if he passes through my label
his halo
God I pray you send my father back as an angel
is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm emphasizin', I'm still 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 to be amazingly flavery
Gaze Into my eyes that hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to you
New York niggaz is trigger happy, scared
This town big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, plain and simple Jigga my game is mental
While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic author
Compatible the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the enforcer
out for the and the cho-cha
Smash the coca, it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old
and I've already every law
I'm horrorcore, is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib, if you still hot in under the bed

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

Ay-yo I shatter like Jordan, assault and batter your team
Your be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm my initials on your forehead
So night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the (board head)
Reverse that, I curse at the first nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't worth
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per
Make his whole jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse
I'm the first Latin rapper to your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than
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 promised manana in the rotten
we need more rhymers
feel the marijuana bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my gramma