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 match perfectly with graphical stats
Half of you the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and 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 laced you
There's lotsa hateful locked
in the closet of my of Grayskull
I'm at grade school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are cables, snatchin' you fatal
That's how degrades you
I'm Jesus if he passes through my label
his halo
God I pray that you send my father back as an
Language is fatal and hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all 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 niggaz is me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD
It to be amazingly flavery
Into my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you I probably thought you stalked you
where you to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York is trigger happy, Pataki scared
town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my is mental
While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they
I'm into black magical romantic dramatical author
Compatible the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when gas I'm the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the
Smash the coca, it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only years old
and already 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 give one more for Montana
yo yo yo
yo yo yo

Ay-yo I shatter dreams Jordan, assault and batter your team
squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm my initials on your forehead
So every 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 worth jack
hit 'em a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his body jerk back, watch the earth crack
him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle skull
Master the flow, be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King, I be rapping and packing
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling
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 snake bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my
Sometimes I blow my own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my kinda