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 graphical stats
of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you and shackles and laughs at you
That's... mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the
The marriage, a of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if laced you
There's hateful 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 through my label
his halo
God I that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's
I'm emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my projectable

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz niggaz is praisin' me
Just for the way I to be crazily, tape to CD lasery
It pays to be flavery
Gaze Into my 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, you then tried to extort you
New York niggaz is happy, Pataki scared
town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' 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 magical torture romantic dramatical author
Compatible the average New Yorker
A talker, like Tony when gas whores 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 don't give a fuck any more, I'm twenty-four years old
and I've already every 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 give one more for Montana
yo yo yo
yo yo yo

Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and your team
Your be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my initials on 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 jack
hit 'em with a thousand pounds of per slap
Make his whole body jerk back, watch the earth
hand him his back
I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle skull
Master the flow, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than
Like Nat King, I be and tongue's packing
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling
It's Big Pun! The one and son of Tony...Montana
You ain't promised in the rotten manzana
we need more rhymers
feel the marijuana snake bite
I'm in Ivana with wine-a, try to match my
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my own mind Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine Madonna
Go try to another rhymer with my kinda gramma