Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[kane] where's and biggie smalls? ?
goes nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (yeah!)
keep 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
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, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz hang
Well oh no, at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm niggaz know they can't hang
Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah north
Don't make me get my gun and blow motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggaz know my style, God
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and me slam it
Hard like shaquille, oh you better
you see me comin, big scoob 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 don't try me, you better by me
I'll do you like the first part in ii society
Like hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll shoot a in your toe
I'll make you jump like the house of
Bang biggy bang biggy bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz can't
biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

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

b.i.g.]
One two, one two, gonna do it this
Where at, where brooklyn at
Where at, where brooklyn at
We do it like this
Anytime ready, check it

I got seven mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the never ends
You can't my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and them 357
smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the and the lamb spread
Little gotti got the shotty to your
So don't resist, or you might christmas
I tote guns, I make runs
I give mc's the drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay far away
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, to matteo
Now we smoke like tony montana sniffed the llello
That's blunts, mad l's
My voice excels from the avenue to cells
Oh my god, I'm droppin like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at christening

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

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

yeah! come in now man
Now I wanna see what my man shyheim gonna do it

Yo, this out to everybody from staten island
{*ah mister cee, and you stop*}
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 without a
I never had a christmas, so who is santa claus?
I the streets at night with my head down
In lil town you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a glock and lick to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear the shells drop
An old man got in the parkin lot
In front of my buildin I hang with his
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 that I can another day

[kane] this how we gonna do it, hold up cee, aiyyo, let's try
[shy] island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup wu-tang clan in or what?

up cee..

Now what's the bullshit niggaz saying
Dont try to act martin now with that "i was just playin!"
No need to grieve now on, now the beef is on
Uhh!! oh yeah motherfucker, your is gone
Just you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to this I'll your mic a vasectomy
I only know one that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I to have 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 trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin
Non resistable, non
I'm not saying I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin
And just get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that gon' sound good