Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

{*scratched: "what? you wanna me? "*}
"yo man, how much money you got? "*}
{*scratched: "what? you battle me? "*}
{*scratched: "yo man, how much money you "*}

I used to 40's, and own a beat up caddy
Since the hood still love me, turn the heat up daddy
I from mackin fly honies on the train
To straight relaxin on the beach, countin gettin brain
Soon as you rappers get a chance you wanna a lot
You buy a out watch because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin dough
Profilin hoes that we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't enough laps around the track
You had one hot single, but your album sounds wack
Son you bore me with your war
You ain't even do that shit, so just more stories
How you us to take you seriously?
The in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin funds
You catch a royal ass-whoopin, been askin for one

{*scratched: "i'm bout to slap rappers around and the game"*}
"what.. " {*scratch: "we thorough to the end"*}
"yo man.." "you the drill"
{*scratched: "i'm to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"what.. what? " "you wanna battle me? "*}
"yo man.." "how money you got? "

Bitch you even know, the half about me
I it straight to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm just a little bit older, a whole lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I pulverize ya
I can visit any city, get in the street
you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my in reach
I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off your
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle
You compare to the status right here
worldwide, we can battle right here
Listen junior, i'ma tear your wig
This ain't tv but I'll you what a "fear factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all frontin is killin me
You me no choice but to hurt your feelings g