Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

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

I used to 40's, and own a beat up caddy
Since the still 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 wanna a lot
You buy a iced out because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin with
Profilin with that we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough laps around the
You had one hot single, but then album sounds wack
Son you bore me with war stories
You even do that shit, so that's just more stories
How you expect us to take you
The look in my eye punk, has got you of me
I'm your sons, I'm snatchin your funds
You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been for one

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

Bitch you don't know, the half about me
I bring it straight to your chest, ask your staff 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
While you alone in your room, shook to death of the
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in
I ain't talkin romance but you'll get off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that to blast and she peddle shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to shit
You can't compare to the status right
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right
Listen junior, i'ma tear back wig
This ain't tv but I'll show you a "fear factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all frontin is killin me
You me no choice but to hurt your feelings g