Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[kane] where's 2pac and smalls? ?
*crowd nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (yeah!)
keep it goin!
[kane] cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and get down for the crown
let the place.. rock.. that 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, check it, check it, it
This here for the motherfuckin
Here we here we here we go, we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
Motherfuckin niggaz can't
Well oh no, look at the cloud, gonna 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, break north
Don't make me get my gun and your motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggaz know my style, God
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me it
Hard like shaquille, oh you kneel
When you see me comin, big got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world
With dough in my pockets big the biscuits, in cb4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm the dough
They pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you walk by me
do you like the first part in menace ii society
Like cypress hill, yo, I'm
I'll a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the of pain
biggy bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin can't hang..

[kane] smalls, why don't you come do it?

b.i.g.]
One two, one two, gonna do it this
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 eight
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never
You can't touch my
if you had mc hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot
how I got the weed spot
I shot in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little got the shotty to your body
So resist, or you might miss christmas
I tote guns, I make number
I mc's the runs drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay far away
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to
Now we smoke weed like tony sniffed the llello
That's 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 at they christening

[tupac] biggie smalls!
[kane] what you do with it tupac?

Yeah where the thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin finger
We gonna do this shit like
I thank the lord for my many blessings, never
Keep a for protection, from the barrel of a smith & wesson
And all my in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin us from a mack-10
Born in the as a hustler, told ya
A soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No matter how you try, niggaz die
We just retaliate with hate, we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I -
And no stoppin 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 that you saw

[kane] yeah! in now man
Now I wanna see my man shyheim gonna do with it

Yo, this out to everybody from staten island
{*ah cee, and you don't 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 good christmas, so who is santa
I walk the streets at night my head down
In this lil town you see that wanna be down
So they get a glock and shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells
An old man got in the parkin 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 pray that I can another day

[kane] this how we do it, hold up cee, aiyyo, let's try this
[shy] island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup clan 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 the beef is on
Uhh!! oh yeah motherfucker, your is gone
Just cause you rap don't meant that you're catchin with me
Step to this I'll your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest gonna rob me
they did, whittaker when he fought chavez
Cause when it comes to goin against kane
like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin happenin
Non resistable, non
I'm not I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible
And let's get one more thing understood
If I on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' sound good