Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Battles

Mmm...yeah, that kinda ill...word...yeah... master ace in the
Studio with my man marley marl, y'know... got dj in the
House...and my dj, steady pace on the cut, right? the rest]
Right, so I'm about to get somethin' here...

1

I'm ace, from a place
Or should I say
they like the bass to be thorough
With the kick of a
And the click of a tool with no
In the clip, it's the trick of a
'cause he who fronts gets you can't smoke
To pull such is no joke
You know where you are first
Try to be rude and get like a starburst
Now how much juice you
You couldn't hang if I a noose and knot
Now try on for size
Too baseball, too many apple pies
your heels three times, kid
And now you can see my rhymes did
Suckers and nerds in herds just like cattle
First I them, then I hand them a rattle
So they can a little noise in protest
Those that fussed got bust no vest
I told that mc to go
Let's see who can put on a show
The that tried to sleep got no rest
I got a rap that can trap a pest
Where's your she's out on a hoe quest
Fingernail tips, red lips, summer stroll
In a camisole she's a pro
With a great big but no breasts
Welcome to the pit
I know some that wish you'd worn some flyer shit
as soon as you stepped off the train
They woulda put a big to your brain
Be on the lookout, and yo, lookin'
'cause a battle goin' on in brooklyn.

2

Just the water in a river flows, I'm fluid
And as I do it, I blows
So mcs, you better keep left up
Try to fight and you just get f'd up
'cause I'll terminate, as you learn a lesson
ever try messin' or you'll earn a fate
Worse than death 'cause I'm to give it to ya
You got a life, but don't how to live it do ya?
I live on a day-to-day
Doin' my shows in all kinds of
You sit home with a grill
Talkin' 'bout who ya kill
Well listen up
Put down the uzi, stop to play shaft
life ain't a tv screen
Bullets can puncture the skin, rupture the
And the stuff that flows out your veins ketchup
Sit back, relax as I up
The scene on a street on a late night
It was a fight to me
I was just an bystander
Let me try and, uh, explain why I'd a
a big fat stick
Well it was that, or get his black ass
See, it was five one
But brother was too proud to run
So he stood in like a
Fightin' against all odds a group of
Brothers that looked the same way he looked,
It was a in brooklyn.