Luyện nghe bài hát Hot 97 Freestyle

*Dj

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


(Hot 97)
Hot 97
Uhh

Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is fact
Tactical tracks match with graphical stats
Half of you 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 of havoc and song
This on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful skeletons
in the of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are like cables, you fatal
That's how master 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 business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals of my mental projectable

Just me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me
Just for the way I to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be flavery
Gaze Into my that basically 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 to extort you
New York is trigger happy, Pataki scared
This town ain't big for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, plain and like Jigga my game is mental
While slow better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture dramatical author
Compatible the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the 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? the stuff
I don't a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old
and I've broken every law
I'm horrorcore, is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you still hot in the bed

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

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter 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 worth jack
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of per slap
Make his body jerk back, watch the earth crack
hand him his purse
I'm the first Latin to baffle your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm 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 promised manana in the rotten manzana
we need more rhymers
feel the marijuana snake bite
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine Madonna
Go try to find rhymer with my kinda gramma