Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[kane] where's 2pac and biggie ?
*crowd nuts*
yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (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,
Ready to get wreck, 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 a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
Motherfuckin niggaz can't
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna
But I give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know 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
Unless it's on the cut so give me the mic and me slam 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 tour
With 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 if you had a afro
So don't try me, you walk by me
I'll do you like the first part in ii society
Like cypress hill, yo, I'm
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you like the house of pain
Bang bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, 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 at, where brooklyn at
Where at, where brooklyn at
We do it like this
Anytime you're ready, it

I got seven mack 11's, about 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the never ends
You can't touch my
Even if you had mc hammer and them 357
smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
That's how I got the spot
I dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little gotti got the shotty to your
So don't resist, or you miss christmas
I tote guns, I number runs
I give mc's the runs
When I throw my in the ak, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the
My slow flow's remarkable, to matteo
Now we smoke weed like montana sniffed the llello
crazy 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 babies at they

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

Yeah where the motherfuckin at?
Throw motherfuckin middle finger
We do this 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 in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin us from a mack-10
in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No how you try, niggaz 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 at the red lights, I'm sideways
life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, me nigga
In a speed chase with the law
The realest that you ever saw

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

Yo, this goes out to from staten island
{*ah mister cee, and you stop*}
Yo, is gettin hard, word is bond, I swear to god
I even got caught tryin to steal the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a
I had a good christmas, so who is santa claus?
I walk the streets at night with my down
In this lil town you see clowns that be down
So they get a glock and lick shots to get
And when shit rocks all you can hear the shells drop
An old man got shot in the lot
In front of my buildin I hang with his
And for the that pulled the trigga then tried to slide
And hide, but he got knocked by the
And happens everyday around my way
So I that I can live another day

[kane] this how we gonna do it, 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 niggaz been saying
Dont try to act martin now with that "i was just playin!"
No need to grieve now on, now that the is on
Uhh!! oh motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just you rap don't meant that you're catchin wreck with me
Step to I'll give your mic a vasectomy
I know one nigga that can come 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
Like they did, whittaker when he fought
Cause when it comes to goin against 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 I'm fuckin incredible
And let's just get one more thing
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon' good