Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie
*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,
Ready to get wreck, UHHH!
SHIT!
Go Scoob!

Check it, check it, it, check it
This for the motherfuckin record
we here we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I a motherfuckin flow
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 niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah North
Don't make me get my gun and 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 I flex 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
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a
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
make you jump like the House of Pain
Bang bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?

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

I got seven Mack 11's, about 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
That's how I got the spot
I dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your
So don't resist, or you miss Christmas
I guns, I make number runs
I mc's the runs drippin
when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far
hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flow's remarkable, to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Montana sniffed the llello
That's blunts, mad L's
My excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

Yeah where the motherfuckin at?
Throw your motherfuckin middle
We gonna do this like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the of a Smith & Wesson
And all my in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us a mack-10
in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A straight soldier, buckin at the
No matter how you try, never die
We retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin I - wanna
And ain't no at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me
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 wanna see my man Shyheim gonna do with it

Yo, this out to everybody from Staten Island
{*ah Cee, and you don't stop*}
Yo, times is gettin hard, word is bond, I to God
I even got tryin to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel a pause
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa
I walk the streets at with my head down
In this lil you see clowns that 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 in the parkin lot
In front of my buildin I hang with his
And for the nigga that the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And this everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live day

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

up Cee..

Now what's the niggaz been saying
try to act like Martin now with that "I was just playin!"
No need to grieve now on, now the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap don't that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to this I'll 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 to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he fought
Cause when it comes to goin against Kane
That's a pimp trying 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 get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit sound good