Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[kane] where's 2pac and biggie ?
goes nuts*
[scoob] yeah, (yeah!)
[scoob] it goin!
mister cee..
Yo scoob, you set it off and let's get down for the
let the place.. rock.. that ill shit
one two.. one two.. one two..
[scoob] brooklyn.. jfk, all my niggaz, richie,
to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? uhhh!
shit!
go scoob!

Check it, it, check it, check it
This here for the record
Here we here we here we go, we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
Chitty chitty bang bang, I bang bang
Motherfuckin niggaz can't
oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know 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, know my style, God dammit
Unless it's on the cut so me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard like shaquille, oh you kneel
you see me comin, big scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I wreck on the world tour
dough in my pockets big like the biscuits, in cb4
Set up a contest, I'm comin, I'm the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a
So try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you the first part in menace ii society
cypress hill, yo, I'm insane
I'll a hole in your toe
I'll make you like the house of pain
Bang bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz hang
Bang biggy biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

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

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

I got seven 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never
You touch my riches
if you had mc hammer and them 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, the bread and the lamb spread
Little gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I tote guns, I make runs
I give mc's the drippin
When I throw my clip in the ak, I slay from far
hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow's remarkable, to matteo
Now we smoke weed tony montana sniffed the llello
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 you're listenin, smackin at they christening

[tupac] motherfuckin smalls!
[kane] what you gonna do with it

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin finger
We gonna do shit like this
I thank the lord for my 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 us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, 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 the block, hittin corners
like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug life crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, me nigga
In a high chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you saw

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

Yo, goes 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 tryin to steal 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 down
In this lil 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 buildin I with his grandchildren
And for the that pulled the trigga then tried to slide
And hide, but he got by the homicide
And this happens everyday 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 been saying
Dont try to act like martin now with "i was just playin!"
No need to now on, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! oh yeah motherfucker, teeth is gone
Just cause you rap meant that you're catchin wreck with me
to this I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I only one nigga that can come next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own
A battle, I gots to have it, 'lest gonna rob me
Like they did, whittaker when he fought
Cause when it comes to goin kane rappin
That's a pimp trying 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 just get one more thing
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, shit gon' sound good