Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie
*crowd nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
Keep it goin!
[Kane] Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the
Let the place.. rock.. that 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
This here for the motherfuckin
Here we here we here we go, here we we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
niggaz can't hang
Well oh no, at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't a fuck I'm lettin 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 my style, GOD DAMMIT
unless it's on the cut so me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
When you see me comin, BIG SCOOB GOT EM
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world
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 even if you had a
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
I'll shoot a in your toe
I'll make you jump like the House of
Bang bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, niggaz can't hang..

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

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

I got Mack 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and 357 bitches
Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot
That's how I got the spot
I shot 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 give mc's the drippin
when I my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the
My slow remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello
That's blunts, mad L's
My excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm shit like a pigeon
I hope listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

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

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

Yo, this goes out to everybody Staten Island
Mister 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 had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night with my head
In this lil town you see clowns wanna be down
So get a glock and lick shots to get props
And when shit all you can hear when the shells drop
An old man got in the parkin lot
In front of my I hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And this happens around my way
So I that I can live another day

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

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit been saying
try to act like 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 you're catchin wreck with me
to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can next to me
No, that's a tattle, I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker he fought Chavez
Cause when it comes to goin against rappin
like 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 I'm fuckin incredible
And let's get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that gon' sound good