Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Smalls??
goes nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
Keep it goin!
[Kane] Cee..
Yo Scoob, you set it off and let's get for the crown
[Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. 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, it, check it
This for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
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 they can't hang
Don't me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't make me get my gun and 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 like Shaquille, OH you KNEEL
When you see me comin, BIG GOT EM RUNNIN
Sex I flex 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 dont try me, you walk by me
I'll do you like the part in Menace II Society
Like Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
I'll shoot a in your toe
I'll you jump like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang bang bang
Niggaz hang, niggaz can't hang
Bang 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 like
BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, BROOKLYN AT
We do it like this
Anytime you're ready, it

I got seven Mack 11's, about eight
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the never ends
You can't my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the
The two weed spots, the two hot
That's how I got the spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb
Little Gotti got the shotty to body
So don't resist, or you might miss
I guns, I make number runs
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 weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello
crazy blunts, mad L's
My excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a
I hope listenin, smackin babies at they christening

Motherfuckin Biggie Smalls!
[Kane] What you gonna do it Tupac?

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin finger
We gonna do this shit like
I thank the for my many blessings, never stressin
a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go
nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A straight soldier, at the bustaz
No how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we
You see me down the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I -
And no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed 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
Mister Cee, and you don't stop*}
Yo, times is hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a without a pause
I never had a Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night with my head
In this lil you see clowns that wanna be down
So get a glock and lick 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 I hang with his grandchildren
And for the that pulled the trigga then tried to slide
and hide, but he got by the homicide
And this everyday around my way
So I pray I can live another day

[Kane] This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, try this
[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 Martin now with that "I was just playin!"
No need to grieve now on, now the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh motherfucker, your teeth is gone
cause 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 nigga that can come to me
No, that's a tattle, I can't count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker he fought Chavez
Cause it comes to goin against Kane rappin
That's like a pimp trying to 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 thing understood
If I fart on a record, me nigga, that shit gon' sound good