Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

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

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

[Kane] Biggie Smalls, why don't you do it?

B.I.G.]
One two, one two, gonna do it this
BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE AT
We do it like this
you're ready, check it

I got seven 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never
You can't touch my
if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the
The two weed spots, the two hot
how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb
Little Gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you might Christmas
I tote guns, I number runs
I give mc's the drippin
when I throw my in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the
My flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at christening

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

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin finger
We gonna do shit like this
I thank the Lord for my blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the of a Smith & Wesson
And all my in the pen, here we go again
Ain't separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No matter how you try, niggaz die
We just with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me
In a high speed with the law
The realest that you ever saw

Yeah! Come in now man
Now I wanna see what my man gonna do with it

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

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

up Cee..

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