Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Smalls??
*crowd goes
Yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
Mister Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the
[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, check it, it
here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, here we we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
chitty chitty bang bang, I bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz can't
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, 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 give me the mic and watch me 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 pockets big the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a
So dont try me, you walk by me
do you like the first part in Menace II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm
I'll shoot a hole in toe
I'll you jump like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang
Niggaz can't hang, can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz hang..

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

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

I got seven Mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the never ends
You touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the
The two spots, the two hot glocks
how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb
Little Gotti got the to your body
So don't resist, or you might Christmas
I tote guns, I number runs
I mc's the runs drippin
when I throw my in the AK, I slay from far away
hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flow's remarkable, to Matteo
Now we smoke like Tony Montana sniffed the llello
crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at christening

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

Yeah where the thugs at?
your motherfuckin middle finger
We do this shit like this
I thank the for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith &
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go
Ain't nuttin us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A straight soldier, at the bustaz
No matter how you try, never die
We just with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin I - wanna
And no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, me nigga
In a high chase with the law
The realest that you ever saw

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

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

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

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit niggaz been
Dont try to act like Martin now with that "I was playin!"
No to grieve now on, now that the beef 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 Chavez
Cause 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 incredible
And let's get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit sound good