Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] 2Pac and Biggie Smalls??
*crowd nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
Keep it goin!
[Kane] Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the
Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit
One two.. one two.. one two..
[Scoob] Brooklyn.. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie,
to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? UHHH!
SHIT!
Go Scoob!

Check it, check it, check it, it
This here for the motherfuckin
Here we we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I a motherfuckin flow
chitty chitty bang bang, I bang bang
niggaz can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break
Don't me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, niggaz my style, GOD DAMMIT
unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me it
Hard like Shaquille, OH you KNEEL
you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex I flex I catch wreck on the world tour
with in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the
They wouldn't pick you if you had a afro
So dont try me, you better by me
I'll do you like the first in Menace II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm
I'll shoot a hole in toe
I'll make you jump like the House of
Bang biggy bang biggy bang
Niggaz hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, niggaz can't hang..

Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?

B.I.G.]
One two, one two, do it like this
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE AT
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE AT
We do it like this
Anytime ready, check it

I got seven 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC and them 357 bitches
Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
That's how I got the spot
I shot in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little Gotti got the to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I tote guns, I number runs
I give the runs drippin
when I throw my clip in the AK, I from far away
hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flow's remarkable, to Matteo
Now we weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yeyo
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a
I hope you're listenin, smackin at they christening

[Tupac] Motherfuckin Smalls!
What you gonna do with it Tupac?

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin finger
We gonna do shit like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a & Wesson
And all my in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A straight soldier, at the bustaz
No how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, corners
like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
Thug motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me
In a high chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you saw

[Kane] Yeah! in now man
Now I wanna see what my man gonna do with it

Yo, this out to everybody from Staten Island
{*ah Cee, and you don't stop*}
Yo, times is gettin hard, is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught tryin to steal the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a
I never had a Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night my head down
In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be
So they get a and lick shots to get props
And shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop
An old man got shot in the lot
In front of my buildin I hang with his
And for the nigga that pulled the then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And this happens around my way
So I pray that I can live day

[Kane] This how we gonna do it, up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this
Staten Island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in or what?

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit been saying
Dont try to act like Martin now with "I was just playin!"
No to grieve now on, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your is gone
Just cause you rap don't meant that you're wreck with me
Step to this I'll give your mic a
I only one nigga that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own
A battle, I gots to it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he fought
Cause it comes to goin against Kane rappin
That's a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin
Non resistable, non
I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin
And let's get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound