Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] 2Pac and Biggie Smalls??
*crowd nuts*
Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
Mister Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the
[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
here for the motherfuckin record
Here we we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
Motherfuckin can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, break North
make 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 Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
When you see me comin, BIG GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex when I flex I wreck on the world tour
with in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm the dough
They pick you even if you had a afro
So dont try me, you walk by me
I'll do you like the part in Menace II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
Bang bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

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

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

I got seven Mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the never ends
You can't touch my
Even if you had MC Hammer and 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 lamb
Little got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might Christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I mc's the runs drippin
I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Montana sniffed the yeyo
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
your motherfuckin 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, we go again
Ain't nuttin us from a mack-10
Born in the as a hustler, told ya
A soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we
You see me strikin down the block, corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin I - wanna
And no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life crime, pays!
Let the cops put lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, me nigga
In a speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker you ever saw

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

Yo, goes out to everybody from Staten Island
Mister Cee, and you don't stop*}
Yo, is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught tryin to from the junkyard
A terror, a rebel without a pause
I had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night my head down
In this lil you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a glock and lick shots to get
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the drop
An old man got shot in the lot
In front of my buildin I hang his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the then tried 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
Staten Island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit been saying
Dont try to act Martin 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 you're catchin wreck with me
Step to this give your mic a vasectomy
I know one nigga that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he fought
Cause when it to goin against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp 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 incredible
And let's just get one more thing
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, shit gon' sound good