NAS lifted his chin towards the opponent.
"For 45 seconds each, keep your distance." Big A announced the rules and handed the microphone to the other party.
The other party took the microphone and nodded his head to find the tempo, "YO! Now, here, Chicago, APLUS's nest, outsiders come and go, but I still have to say. You! NAS! Dare to be disrespectful to the Atlantans..."
After 45 seconds of singing, the crowd was already hilarious. Song Ya looked up to find Fergie, beckoned to call her over and put her in her arms, and swayed her body with the rhythm.
"Rakim testified that Lord has been crowned king in New York, touched his body and found my 9mm gun..."
NAS thumb and index finger are compared to a gun gesture, pointing to the opponent's forehead, "Trust me, it can burst a beautiful cavity in your head..."
The NAS bandit was astonishing. After 45 seconds, he stunned the other party. After receiving the microphone passed by the big A, he shook his body with the beat, but did not utter any words for a long time.
The crowd started booing.
"Hey, you M-FXXK go down." 2PAC pushed him away and grabbed the microphone. "M-FXXK from the East Coast, what are you talking about with a pacifier? M-FXXK, let 2PAC teach you How to walk YouM-FXXK..."
The boy bounced his body out with cruel and dirty words, his rhythm and momentum did not lose NAS.
"NAS has met an opponent." Rakim and other big guys also came over.
The two fought each other for a few rounds, and Song Ya looked coldly as if the anger on both sides was coming up, with their foreheads on their foreheads, and the two kept screaming at each other's ruthless talk about the fight. They **** each other's whole family women and burned. Hundreds of brothers shot each other with hundreds of shots...
"Cough cough." He covered his mouth and looked around the scene. No one seemed to have the confidence to go up and mix.
"Huh?" He saw his contracted singer CommonSense standing on the periphery with a disdainful face, "Common!" winked at him.
"Big A, let Common go up and try." He shouted to Big A.
Big A's mouth has been grinning, and he is almost climaxing, "OK, two of you come down and take a rest, please have A+ records, CommonSense in Chicago!"
"Follow the rhythm, don’t stop, Ngers full of street, fan and guns, follow the rhythm, don’t stop, Ngers lost on the west coast, follow the rhythm, don’t stop, cheer for the so-called gangsters. Ngers, follow Keep going, don’t stop, cheer for the two ballet dancers, Ngers, follow the festival..."
"WTF!"
CommonSense just dumped a couple of jazz raps, 2PAC and NAS suddenly exploded, leading the classmates into the venue, 2PAC pushed CommonSense to the ground.
Dion Wilson and his followers immediately ‘fed off’.
"Hey! Hey! Don't behave badly, Nger!" Big A immediately stepped forward with Tony, Silencer, and others to stop the upcoming melee.
"FXXK! Don't make a world war with me!"
"Big Brother" Song Ya said, "Let's break up, go on." He told Dilai to turn off the music and drive the crowd away. "What's the matter?" He didn't understand the reason for the sudden move. What is it.
"Both 2PAC and NAS have received good ballet training." Rakim next to him explained in a low voice.
"Poke the sore spot ah?"
Song Ya laughed, skipping the noble and silly ballet (the lower black group thinks so)? This is too gangster, no wonder the two will blow up their hair and the set collapses! But this is not surprising. The rappers who can mix up now have good cultural literacy. After all, they have to write their own lyrics, while street experiences can be self-bragged. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
"Your mouth hurts Common too much." He helped Common pat the dust on his clothes.
"I found the hypocrisy of the gangster rapper." CommonSense still had a mocking sneer on its face.
"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."
Escoper came over and pointed at him, "You signed a big mouth, APLUS." He dropped his words and left with a face.
"It seems we need to plan this kind of gathering carefully in the future."
Song Ya smiled helplessly~www.mtlnovel.com~ Forget it, stop messing up, and let this party go through safely. "He said to Big A.
"Yes, boss." Big A went to dim the lights and let go of a slow, ambiguous shake.
Everyone's attention was immediately shifted to the spirits and the opposite **** beside them.
"APLUS, thank you for inviting us." The trumpeters of the Chicago Orchestra who had been invited last time came to thank them. They all ‘captured’ the target, each with their arms around one.
Then came several chorus singers who participated in the recording of Beautiful Girls, as well as various male and female minor roles.
"Little things, have fun."
Song Ya finished dealing with them with a smile, and walked towards his office with Fergie, "Huh?" He twisted the doorknob and couldn't open it? "M-FXXK! Who is in there!?"
"APLUS, help me!" Old Joe's wailing voice came out.
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"Old Joe... take care..."
Song Yamo wiped the corners of his eyes, turned and left with Fergie in his arms, and his own land was occupied. At present, there are entangled men and women in almost all dark corners of A+ records.
"Let's go home." Fergie said, biting his earlobe.
"Not so good." As the host of the party, Song Ya didn't want to leave so early.
"APLUS."
At the door, Gordon, the BET news host holding his jacket, saw him, "Are you free?"
"Forget it, are you going back to Washington?" Song Ya asked. Although this guy had attacked him in the news, it was at Johnson's instruction. The two have no grudges. Gordon has an old-school horoscope and a high degree of education. He is always in suit and leather shoes, and he is also very decent.
"You can't stop the daily news broadcast." Gordon smiled: "Find a place to talk?"
"All right." Song Ya looked back at the chaotic A+ record and smiled bitterly.
Call Fergie’s assistants and bodyguards, let them send Fergie home first, and then lead Gordon into the fire escape, find a corner of no one, and let old Mike guard at the top of the stairs, "Escube Did you reveal anything?" Song Ya asked.
Gordon shook his head. "His mouth is tight. Maybe you have to help us keep in touch with him."
"I will try my best." Song Ya shrugged.
The two talked about the Rodney King case. Gordon was not optimistic about the outcome of the trial. "The court was held in an area with a majority of white middle class, and the jury was basically white."
Song Ya did not answer. Johnson's BET and Gordon both favor the ruling Elephant Party. Once the verdict does not suit the black community, they have to worry.
"This group of gangster rappers are not worrying." Gordon sighed. "The new death row record seems to be more offensive than Es Cube."
"Of course, the family of faculty and staff from Es Cube, he should know it." The other party really has the keenness of news people, "and the boss of Death Row Records is a real gang member."
"Yes, it's no wonder that all his signed singers secretly defended." Gordon said.
"Oh?" Song Ya really didn't know the inside story.
"2PAC signed the record in advance. He only signed a production cooperation agreement with Death Row Records. Snoop Dogg's contract also left behind." Gordon broke the news, "Dre also won some shares."
"No one is too stupid, right?" Song Ya smiled.
"Yeah." Gordon thought for a moment. "Do you know why Sugnat didn't come to Chicago?"
"Why?" Song Yaxin said that he was engaged in news, so how could it be so much.
"I thought he went to Miami to attend a gang meeting, but the latest news, he clashed with other attendees, and then alerted the police and reporters... Guess who he clashed with?" Gordon sold Close.