Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's and Biggie Smalls??
goes nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
Mister 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,
Ready to get wreck, UHHH!
SHIT!
Go Scoob!

Check it, check it, it, check it
This here for the record
we here we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
Well oh no, at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD
it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, OH you better
When you see me comin, BIG GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the tour
dough in my pockets big like 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
I'll do you like the part in Menace II Society
Like Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
I'll a hole in your toe
I'll make you like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang
Niggaz hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

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

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

I got seven Mack 11's, eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten tens, the shits never ends
You can't my riches
if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the
The two weed spots, the two hot
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 body
So resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I mc's the runs drippin
when I throw my in the AK, I slay from far away
hit the D-E-C-K
My slow remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed Tony Montana sniffed the yeyo
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm shit like a pigeon
I hope listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

Yeah where the thugs at?
Throw motherfuckin middle finger
We do this 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 separatin us a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A straight soldier, at the bustaz
No matter how you try, never die
We just retaliate hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin
like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
Thug Life crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me
Zig through the freeway, race me nigga
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 Shyheim gonna do it

Yo, this goes out to from Staten Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you don't
Yo, is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got tryin to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a
I had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at 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 hear the shells drop
An old man got in the parkin lot
In front of my buildin I hang his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the trigga then to slide
and hide, but he got by the homicide
And this happens around my way
So I that I can live another day

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

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit niggaz saying
Dont try to act like Martin now that "I was just playin!"
No to grieve now on, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, teeth is gone
Just cause you rap meant that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
they did, Whittaker when 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 saying I'm the best, I'm just I'm fuckin incredible
And let's just get one thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, shit gon' sound good