Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

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

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

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

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