Luyện nghe bài hát Duel of The Iron Mic

Oh, mad one
We see your
You can never your fate
Submit with honor to a with my son
I

I see you using an old
I where you'd learned it from
You know very well, yours too
Heh, by the Gods, will you me?
And what do you come
(Duel of the Mic)

You come here, you're so interested
(Duel of the Mic)
me
(In the moonlight the strikes)
(What, Bring it)

Yo, picture bloodbaths and elevator
these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans the letterings
Slow moving MCs is waitin' for the

The liquid soluble that made up the
A gaseous element, burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors and biblical
Smokin' exo-dust, every square is plush

the screw-faced photo sessions
Facial expression leaves
Try to a shark nigga guessin'
crazy shouts son here's the outcome

Cut across the semi gloss you floss
is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings
Suede fronts, bell bottoms and Shearlings

I ain't particular, I bang vehicular homicides
Until I fall Bed-Stuy
Where money don't grown on and there's thievin' MCs
Who to rake leaves

They can't breathe, splash, rushin' fast like runnin' rivers
I be that whiskey in your

Duel of the Mic
It's fifty-two ready to strike

is not a 85 affair, made clear
When the Gods get on to perform blew up
up, causin' the crowd to self-destruct
Killer bees are somethin' while I reveal

Science, heavily guarded by the culprit
Bombin' your barracks, aerodynamic swordplay
Poison by the doorway
Minds that's with explosive doses

Damagin' lyrical
Lunge at the youthful offender then any contender
Testin' the murderous could lead to disaster
Dynamite thoughts explode your barrier

the retina
Who can withstand the punishin' stings to the sternum?
in the hip-hop livestock
Seekin' for a to cure 'em

Adults kill for drugs plus the young bust
Duckin' handcuffs, throats get cut when dough
Out of town look shook but still pose
We move like real pros through the we stroll

Bullet holes lace the in 1-6-oh
So the avenues that's the dream that's sold
Building lobbies are graveyards for
caught in airports, keys in they vaginas

No peace, yo the mad corrupt
You get bagged up, if you're passin' the cut
Plus shorty's not a no more, he's livin' heartless
of the charges, claims to be the hardest individual

Critical thoughts, minded
by illusion, findin' it confusin'

Duel of the Mic
It's that fifty-two ready to
of the Iron Mic
It's that fifty-two ready to

At the height of fame and glory
turned on one another
Each in vain for ultimate supremacy
In the and depth of their struggle
The art, that had raised them
Through such Olympian was lost
techniques, vanished