Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] 2Pac and Biggie Smalls??
*crowd goes
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] 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
here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
Well oh no, at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break
Don't make me get my gun and blow MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, know my style, GOD DAMMIT
it's on the cut so give 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 wreck 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 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
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz hang
biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin 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 do it like 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
Even if you had MC Hammer and 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the
The two weed spots, the two hot
That's how I got the weed
I dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I guns, I make number runs
I give mc's the drippin
I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the
crazy 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 babies at they

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

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin middle
We gonna do this shit this
I the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith &
And all my in the pen, here we go again
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 hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin
Mobbin like a motherfucker, like I - wanna
And ain't no at the red lights, I'm sideways
Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me
Zig zaggin the freeway, race me nigga
In a high chase with the law
The realest motherfucker 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 from Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you stop*}
Yo, times is gettin hard, is bond, I swear to God
I even got tryin to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel a pause
I never had a Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at with my head down
In lil town you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a glock and lick shots to get
And when shit all you can hear when the shells drop
An old man got shot in the lot
In front of my I hang with his grandchildren
And for the that pulled the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And this happens 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
[Shy] Island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup Wu-Tang in here or what?

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit niggaz saying
Dont try to act like Martin now that "I was just playin!"
No to grieve now on, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin with me
Step to this give your mic a vasectomy
I only 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 have it, 'lest you're rob me
like they did, Whittaker he fought Chavez
Cause when it comes to goin against Kane
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 I'm fuckin incredible
And let's get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound