Luyện nghe bài hát Live Freestyle 95

[Kane] Where's 2Pac and Smalls??
*crowd nuts*
[Scoob] Yeah, (Yeah!)
Keep 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, check it, it
This for the motherfuckin record
Here we we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin
chitty chitty bang bang, I bang bang
Motherfuckin can't hang
Well oh no, at the cloud, it's gonna rain
But I don't give a I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang
Don't me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Don't me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF
again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT
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 SCOOB GOT EM
Sex when I flex I 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 you even if you had a afro
So try me, you better walk by me
I'll do you like the part in Menace II Society
Cypress Hill, yo, I'm INSANE
I'll a hole in your toe
I'll make you jump like the of Pain
Bang biggy bang bang bang
Niggaz can't hang, niggaz hang
Bang biggy biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggaz can't hang..

Biggie Smalls, why don't you come do it?

B.I.G.]
One two, one two, do it like this
WHERE AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
WHERE AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
We do it like this
Anytime ready, check it

I got Mack 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits 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 weed
I shot 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 runs
I mc's the runs drippin
when I my clip 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
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

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

Yeah the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin middle
We do this shit like this
I thank the Lord for my blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go
Ain't nuttin separatin us a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, ya
A straight soldier, buckin at the
No matter how you try, never die
We retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm
Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, me nigga
Zig zaggin the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase the law
The motherfucker that you ever saw

Yeah! Come in now man
Now I see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it

Yo, this out to everybody from Staten Island
{*ah Mister Cee, and you stop*}
Yo, times is hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a
I never had a Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?
I walk the streets at night with my down
In lil town you see clowns that wanna be down
So get a glock and lick shots to get props
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 hang his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the trigga tried to slide
and hide, but he got knocked by the
And this happens everyday my way
So I pray that I can live day

[Kane] This how we gonna do it, up Cee, aiyyo, let's try this
Staten Island in the motherfuckin house
Whassup Wu-Tang Clan in here or

up Cee..

Now what's the bullshit been saying
Dont try to act like Martin now with "I was just playin!"
No need to grieve now on, now the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, teeth is gone
Just cause you rap don't meant that you're wreck with me
Step to this I'll your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can next to me
No, that's a tattle, cause I can't count my own
A battle, I to have it, 'lest you're gonna rob me
like they did, Whittaker when he Chavez
when 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 incredible
And just get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit sound good