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 money you got? "*}

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

{*scratched: "i'm bout to slap rappers around and 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? " "you wanna battle 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 a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I advise ya, or I might pulverize ya
I can visit any city, get in the street
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 a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit
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 tear your wig
This tv but I'll show you what a "fear factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is me
You leave me no choice but to hurt feelings g