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 attack is actual fact
tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half of you 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 havoc and
massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's hateful skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of
I'm at grade school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are like cables, you fatal
That's how master you
I'm battlin' if he passes through my label
his halo
God I pray that you 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 brain the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my projectable

Just call me Jesus cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly
Gaze Into my eyes basically hypnotize 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 niggaz is trigger happy, scared
This town ain't big 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 out they temples
I'm into black torture romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the average New
A fast talker, like Tony when gas I'm the masked enforcer
out for the cash and the
Smash the coca, bottle it up 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 twenty-four old
and I've already broken law
I'm horrorcore, is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib, if you still 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 batter your
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the
I'm carvin' my on your forehead
So every before bed you see the "BP" shine off the (board head)
Reverse that, I at the first wack nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't jack
hit 'em with a thousand of pressure 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 blacker than
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 manana in the rotten manzana
we need more rhymers
feel the snake bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer with my gramma