Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's and Biggie Smalls??
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,
Ready to get wreck, UHHH!
SHIT!
Go Scoob!

Check it, it, check it, check it
This here for the record
Here we here we we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
chitty chitty bang bang, I bang bang
niggaz can't hang
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 me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and blow MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, 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 when I flex I catch on the world tour
with in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the
wouldn't pick you even 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
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll you jump like the House of Pain
Bang bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz hang
biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

[Kane] Biggie Smalls, why you come do it?

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

I got seven Mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never
You touch my riches
if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot
how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, the bread and the lamb spread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your
So don't resist, or you might miss
I tote guns, I make number
I give 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 like Tony Montana sniffed the llello
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they

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

Yeah where the motherfuckin at?
Throw your motherfuckin middle
We gonna do this shit 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, here we go
nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the as a hustler, told ya
A soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we
You see me down the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they on, chase me nigga
Zig through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase 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 Mister Cee, and you stop*}
Yo, times is hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught tryin to from the junkyard
A born terror, a without a pause
I never had a Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night with my head
In lil town you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a glock and shots to get props
And when rocks all you can hear when the shells drop
An old man got shot in the lot
In front of my buildin I with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got by the homicide
And happens everyday around my way
So I pray I can live another day

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

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit niggaz been
Dont try to act like now with that "I was just playin!"
No need to now on, now that 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 give your mic a
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 gots to it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker he fought Chavez
when it comes to goin against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp 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 fuckin
And let's just get one more understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit sound good