Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie
goes nuts*
[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.. that ill
One two.. one two.. one two..
[Scoob] Brooklyn.. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie,
to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? 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 kick a motherfuckin
chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
Motherfuckin niggaz can't
Well oh no, look at the cloud, gonna rain
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, break North
make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD
unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me it
Hard like Shaquille, OH you better
When you see me comin, BIG 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
They wouldn't you even if you had a afro
So try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in II Society
Like Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the House of
biggy bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
Bang biggy biggy 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 this
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, BROOKLYN AT
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE AT
We gonna do it like
Anytime you're ready, it

I got seven Mack 11's, eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits ends
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC and them 357 bitches
Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
That's how I got the spot
I dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little Gotti got the to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I guns, I make number runs
I mc's the runs drippin
when I throw my clip in the AK, I from far away
Everybody hit the
My slow remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke like Tony Montana sniffed the llello
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin like a pigeon
I you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

Yeah where the thugs at?
Throw your middle finger
We gonna do this shit this
I the Lord for my many blessings, never 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 us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A straight soldier, at the bustaz
No how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin the block, hittin corners
Mobbin a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
Thug Life crime, pays!
Let the put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me
In a high speed chase the law
The motherfucker that you ever saw

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

Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten
{*ah Cee, and you don't stop*}
Yo, is gettin hard, word 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 Santa
I walk the streets at night my head down
In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be
So they get a glock and shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can when the shells drop
An old man got shot in the lot
In front of my buildin I hang 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 pray that I can another day

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

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit niggaz been
Dont try to act like Martin now 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 meant that you're wreck with me
Step to this I'll your mic a vasectomy
I know one nigga that can come next to me
No, a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest you're rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he fought
Cause when it comes to goin 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 incredible
And just get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, me nigga, that shit gon' sound good