Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] 2Pac and Biggie Smalls??
goes nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
[Scoob] it goin!
[Kane] Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get for the crown
[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, it, check it
This here for the record
Here we we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
niggaz can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's rain
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, yeah break
Don't make me get my gun and YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD
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 in my pockets big like the biscuits, in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm takin the
They wouldn't pick you if you had a afro
So dont try me, you walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, I'm
I'll shoot a in your toe
I'll make you like the House of Pain
Bang biggy biggy 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 this
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, BROOKLYN AT
BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
We do it like this
Anytime ready, check it

I got seven 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never
You can't touch my
Even if you had MC and them 357 bitches
Biggie the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot
That's how I got the weed
I shot dread in the head, the bread and the lamb spread
Little Gotti got the to your body
So don't resist, or you miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number
I give the runs drippin
when I throw my clip in the AK, I from far away
hit the D-E-C-K
My flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the
That's blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit a pigeon
I hope listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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

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

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

Yo, this goes out to 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 from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel a pause
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Claus?
I walk the streets at night with my head
In this lil town you see that 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 shot in the 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 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] Island in the motherfuckin house
Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit been saying
Dont try to act like Martin now with "I was just playin!"
No need to grieve now on, now that the 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 your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can come 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 when he Chavez
Cause when it comes to goin against Kane
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, nuttin happenin
Non resistable, non
I'm not I'm the best, I'm just saying 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