Luyện nghe bài hát Duel of the Iron Mic

{Oh, mad one, we see trap
You can never escape, your
Submit with honor to a duel, my son
I
I see you an old style
I wondered where you had learned it
Even I too
You know very well, yours too
Yo God, it's a duel, it's a
Heh, by the Gods, will you me?
Buck buck buck buck buck
And where do you come
of the Iron Mic
You come here, since so interested
of the Iron Mic
me
In the niggaz I will strike
What, Bring it}

Yo
Picture and elevator shafts
Like these murderous tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans the letterings
Slow moving MC's is waitin' for the

The liquid soluble that up the chemistry
A gaseous element, burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors, and papers
Smokin' Exodus, every square yard is

the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
Leaves impressions, try to a sharp nigga guessin'
crazy shouts, "Son, here's the outcome"
Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you

is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and Shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang vehicular homicides
On 4th in Bed-Stuy

Where money don't grown on trees and there's thievin'
Who cut-throat to rake
They breathe, blood splash, rushin' fast
Like runnin' rivers, I be whiskey in your liver

Duel of the Mic
(You're good)
It's the fatal strikes!
(You tell him to take the same technique)

This is not a affair, made clear
When the get on to perform storms blew up
Wu's up, causin' the crowd to
Killer bees are stingin' somethin' while I

Science, that's guarded by the culprit
Bombin' barracks, with aerodynamic
Swordplay, poison darts by the
Minds that's laced explosive doses

Damagin' lyrical
Lunge at the offender then injure
Any contender, testin' the murderous
Could lead to disaster, dynamite

Explode through your barrier, the retina
Who can the astonishing, punishing
Stings to the sternum, shocked in the hip-hop
Seekin' for a serum, to 'em

Adults kill for drugs plus the bucks bust
Duckin' handcuffs, throats get cut when rush
Out of town foes look but still pose
We move like pros through the streets we stroll

Bullet holes lace the in one-six-o
So control the avenues that's the dream that's
Building lobbies are for small-timers
Bitches caught in airports, keys in they

No peace, yo the mad corrupt
You get bagged up, dependin' if passin' the cut
Plus Shorty's not a no more, he's livin' heartless
of the charges
Claims to be the individual
Critical thoughts, criminal
by illusion, findin' it confusin'

Duel of the mic's
(The master, he be dreaming, heh)
It's that fifty-two strikes
(Well, if he is dreaming)

Duel of the iron
(Then he be asleep)
It's that fatal strikes, nuh
(And if he is asleep)
(Then I will him up)

{At the height of their and glory, they turned on one another
struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy
In the passion and of their struggle
They very art, that had them
Through rapiant heights was lost
Their techniques,