Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Biggie
*crowd goes
Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
Mister 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,
to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? UHHH!
SHIT!
Go Scoob!

Check it, check it, check it, it
This here for the motherfuckin
Here we we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty chitty bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin can't hang
oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN OFF
Once again, niggaz my style, GOD DAMMIT
unless it's on the cut so me the mic and watch me slam it
like Shaquille, OH you better KNEEL
When you see me comin, BIG GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex when I flex I catch on the world tour
with dough in my 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 better by me
I'll do you like the first in Menace II Society
Like Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
I'll a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the of Pain
Bang bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, niggaz can't hang..

[Kane] Smalls, why don't you come 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 you're ready, it

I got seven Mack 11's, about eight
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the never ends
You can't 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
how I got the weed spot
I dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little Gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you might Christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I mc's the runs drippin
when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony sniffed the llello
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin at they christening

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

Yeah where the motherfuckin at?
Throw your middle finger
We gonna do shit like this
I the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the 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 soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No matter how you try, never die
We just retaliate hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, like I - wanna
And ain't no at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me
Zig through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase the law
The realest motherfucker you ever saw

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

Yo, this goes out to from Staten Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you don't
Yo, times is hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught tryin to from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa
I walk the at night with my head down
In this lil you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a glock and lick shots to get
And when shit rocks all you can when the shells drop
An old man got shot in the lot
In front of my I hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga pulled the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And this everyday around my way
So I pray I can live another day

[Kane] This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, try this
[Shy] Staten Island in the house
Whassup Wu-Tang in here or what?

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit been saying
Dont try to act like Martin now with that "I was playin!"
No need to grieve now on, now that the is on
Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your is gone
Just cause you rap meant that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only one nigga that can come next to me
No, a tattle, cause I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he fought
Cause when it comes to goin against Kane
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin
Non resistable, non
I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just I'm fuckin incredible
And let's just get one thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that gon' sound good