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 rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical
Half of you lack the dap of tragical rap
tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's... mathematical I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if Picasso you
There's lotsa hateful locked
in the of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, that's how I to debate you
Raps are like cables, snatchin' you
how master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus if he passes my label
his halo
God I pray that you send my 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 brain boosts the
That's used inside of my mental projectable

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz is me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, to CD lasery
It to be amazingly flavery
Gaze my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you I probably thought you stalked you
where you walked to at night, caught you tried to extort you
New York niggaz is happy, Pataki scared
This town ain't big for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, and simple like Jigga my game is mental
While niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical
Compatible the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when gas I'm the masked enforcer
out for the and the cho-cha
the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends 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 already broken law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the
Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you hot in under the bed

(yeah) yeah one more yo, I'm gonna give one for Montana
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 carvin' my initials on your
So every night before bed you see the "BP" off the (board head)
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the rap
Cuz he ain't worth
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of pressure per
Make his whole body back, watch the earth crack
hand him his back
I'm the first rapper to baffle your skull
Master the flow, be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be and tongue's packing
The ones, magnums, and gatling guns
It's Big Pun! The one and son of Tony...Montana
You ain't promised manana in the rotten
C'mon-pana we need more
the marijuana snake 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 whole nine like
Go try to another rhymer with my kinda gramma