Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Smalls??
goes nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
Keep it goin!
[Kane] Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get 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, it, check it, check it
This here for the motherfuckin
Here we here we here we go, we here we go
Can I can I can I a motherfuckin flow
chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz can't
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's rain
But I give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, break North
Don't me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT
unless it's on the cut so me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, OH you KNEEL
When you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM
Sex when I I catch 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
wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So dont try me, you better by me
I'll do you the first part in Menace II Society
Like Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
I'll shoot a hole in toe
I'll make you jump the House of Pain
Bang biggy biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

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

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

I got seven 11's, about eight 38's
9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC and them 357 bitches
Biggie the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
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 spread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your
So don't resist, or you might Christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I give mc's the drippin
I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the
My slow remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke like Tony Montana sniffed the yeyo
crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they

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

Yeah where the motherfuckin at?
Throw your middle finger
We gonna do this shit this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never
Keep a vest for protection, the barrel of a Smith & 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 with hate, we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, like I - wanna
And no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, me nigga
In a high chase with the law
The motherfucker that you ever saw

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

Yo, goes out to everybody from Staten Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you stop*}
Yo, times is hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa
I the streets at night with my head down
In this lil town you see that wanna be down
So they get a glock and lick shots to get
And when shit rocks all you can when the shells drop
An old man got in the parkin lot
In front of my buildin I with his grandchildren
And for the nigga pulled the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got by the homicide
And happens everyday around my way
So I that I can live another day

[Kane] how we gonna do it, hold 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 niggaz been
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, teeth is gone
Just cause you rap don't that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to this I'll give your mic a
I only know one nigga can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he Chavez
Cause when it comes to against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't happenin
Non resistable, non
I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin
And let's just get one thing understood
If I on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good