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 murderous rap verbal attack is actual
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical
Half of you lack the magical dap of rap
tackles you back 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 skeletons locked
in the closet of my of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, that's how I to debate you
Raps are like cables, snatchin' you
That's how degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus if he passes through my
his halo
God I pray you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals of my mental projectable

Just call me Jesus cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me
for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly
Gaze Into my eyes that basically you occasionally
I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, you then tried to extort you
New York is trigger happy, Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Nowhere)
There it is, and simple like Jigga my game is mental
While slow niggaz better I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic author
Compatible with the New Yorker
A fast talker, like when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the gobble it up
If I roll up, you do Swallow 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, is for the heads
Runnin' up in crib, knot 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 dreams like Jordan, assault and batter team
Your be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my initials on your
So night before bed you see the "BP" shine off the (board head)
that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't worth
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per
Make his whole body back, watch the earth crack
him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle skull
Master the flow, niggaz be I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rapping and tongue's
The ones, magnums, cannons and guns
It's Big Pun! The one and son of Tony...Montana
You promised manana in the rotten manzana
we need more rhymers
feel the marijuana bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to my persona
Sometimes I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the nine like Madonna
Go try to find rhymer with my kinda gramma