Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[kane] where's 2pac and smalls? ?
*crowd nuts*
yeah, ahhhhhhhhhhhh-ight? (yeah!)
[scoob] 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,
to get wreck, ahhhhhhhh-iight? uhhh!
shit!
go scoob!

Check it, check it, it, check it
This for the motherfuckin record
we here we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang
niggaz can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, it's gonna
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 north
Don't me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off
Once again, know my style, God dammit
it's on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard shaquille, oh you better kneel
you see me comin, big scoob got em runnin
Sex when I I catch wreck on the world tour
With dough in my 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 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
shoot a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the of pain
biggy bang biggy bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, can't hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, 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 brooklyn at, where at
Where at, where brooklyn at
We do it like this
Anytime ready, check it

I got seven mack 11's, about eight
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never
You touch my riches
Even if you had mc hammer and them 357
Biggie the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two spots, the two hot glocks
how I got the weed spot
I dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might christmas
I tote guns, I make number
I mc's the runs drippin
When I my clip in the ak, I slay from far away
hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to
Now we smoke weed like tony montana sniffed the
crazy blunts, mad l's
My voice excels from the avenue to cells
Oh my god, I'm droppin shit like a
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at christening

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

Yeah where the thugs at?
your motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do this shit this
I the lord for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a for protection, from the barrel of a smith & wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go
Ain't separatin 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 down 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 put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me
In a high speed chase the law
The realest motherfucker that you saw

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

Yo, goes out to everybody from staten island
{*ah mister cee, and you stop*}
Yo, times is hard, word is bond, I swear to god
I even got caught tryin to from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel a pause
I never had a 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 shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the drop
An old man got shot in the lot
In of my buildin I hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the then tried to slide
And hide, but he got by the homicide
And this happens everyday my way
So I pray I can live another day

this how we gonna do it, hold up cee, aiyyo, let's try this
[shy] staten island in the house
wu-tang clan in here 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 that the is on
Uhh!! oh motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap don't meant that catchin wreck with me
Step to this I'll give your mic a
I know 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 it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
they did, whittaker when he fought chavez
Cause when it comes to against kane rappin
That's like a pimp trying to pull a nun, ain't nuttin
Non resistable, non
I'm not I'm the best, I'm just saying I'm fuckin incredible
And let's just get one more thing
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit sound good