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 fact
Tactical tracks match with graphical stats
Half of you lack the magical dap of rap
That tackles you back and and laughs at you
That's... madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a of havoc and song
massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's hateful skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of
I'm possum at school, that's how I have to debate you
Raps are like cables, snatchin' you
That's how master you
I'm battlin' Jesus if he passes through my
snatchin' his
God I that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about and enterprisin'
I'm lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my mental

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz is me
for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It to be amazingly flavery
Gaze Into my eyes basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I thought you stalked you
you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York niggaz is trigger happy, scared
town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)
There it is, plain and like Jigga my game is mental
While niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples
I'm black magical torture romantic dramatical author
with the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when gas I'm the masked enforcer
out for the and the cho-cha
Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the gobble it up
If I roll up, you do Swallow the stuff
I give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old
and I've already broken law
I'm horrorcore, is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you 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 your team
Your squadron'll be barred rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my on your forehead
So every before bed you see the "BP" shine off the (board head)
Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the rap
Cuz he ain't worth
hit 'em a thousand pounds of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the crack
hand him his purse
I'm the first Latin rapper to your skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm than coal
Like Nat King, I be rapping and packing
The ones, magnums, cannons and guns
Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony...Montana
You ain't manana in the rotten manzana
C'mon-pana we need more
feel the snake bite anaconda
I'm in with wine-a, try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like
Go try to find rhymer with my kinda gramma