Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] 2Pac and Biggie Smalls??
*crowd goes
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
Keep 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, it, check it, check it
This for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, here we we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty chitty bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't
Don't give me no lip, give me no backtalk, yeah break North
make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, niggaz my style, GOD DAMMIT
it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex when I flex I catch on the world tour
dough in my pockets big like 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 try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the first in Menace II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm
I'll shoot a in your toe
make you jump like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang
can't hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, niggaz can't hang..

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

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

I got seven Mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the never ends
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC 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, the bread and the lamb spread
Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you miss Christmas
I tote guns, I number runs
I give mc's the runs
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 Tony Montana sniffed the
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a
I hope you're listenin, smackin at they christening

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

Yeah where the thugs at?
your motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do this shit this
I thank the for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A straight soldier, buckin at the
No matter how you try, never die
We just with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin I - wanna
And ain't no at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life crime, pays!
Let the cops put lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin the freeway, race me nigga
In a speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you saw

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

Yo, goes out to everybody from Staten Island
Mister Cee, and you don't stop*}
Yo, times is gettin hard, is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel a pause
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Claus?
I walk the streets at night with my head
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 when the shells drop
An old man got in the parkin lot
In front of my buildin I hang his grandchildren
And for the that pulled the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And happens 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
Staten Island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup Wu-Tang in here or what?

up Cee..

Now the bullshit niggaz been saying
Dont try to act Martin now with 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 don't meant that you're catchin 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, cause I count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're rob me
they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez
Cause when it comes to goin against Kane
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, 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 more thing
If I fart on a record, me nigga, that shit gon' sound good