Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's and Biggie Smalls??
*crowd nuts*
Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
[Kane] Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and get down for the crown
[Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. 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 for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they hang
Don't me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, niggaz my style, GOD DAMMIT
unless on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
like Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
When you see me comin, BIG GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world
with dough in my pockets big the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a
So dont try me, you walk by me
I'll do you the first part in Menace II Society
Like Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the House of
biggy bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, can't hang
Bang biggy biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

[Kane] Biggie Smalls, why you come do it?

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

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

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

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your middle 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 niggaz in the pen, here we go
nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the as a hustler, told ya
A straight soldier, at the bustaz
No matter how you try, niggaz die
We just with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin the block, hittin 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 the freeway, race me nigga
In a high chase with the law
The realest that you ever saw

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

Yo, this goes out to everybody Staten Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you stop*}
Yo, is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught tryin to steal the junkyard
A terror, a rebel without a pause
I had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I the streets at night with my head down
In this lil town you see clowns wanna be down
So they get a glock and lick shots to get
And when rocks all you can hear when the shells drop
An old man got in the parkin lot
In front of my buildin I with his grandchildren
And for the that pulled the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And this happens everyday my way
So I pray that I can live day

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

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit niggaz been
Dont try to act like Martin now with "I was just playin!"
No need to grieve now on, now that the is on
Uhh!! Oh motherfucker, your teeth is gone
cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I know one nigga that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own
A battle, I to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he fought
Cause when it to goin against Kane rappin
like a pimp trying to pull 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 let's just get one more thing
If I fart on a record, me nigga, that shit gon' sound good