Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

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

I used to guzzle 40's, and own a up caddy
Since the still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
I went from mackin fly on the train
To straight relaxin on the beach, countin money brain
Soon as you get a chance you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin with
Profilin with hoes we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough laps the track
You had one hot single, but then your album wack
Son you bore me your war stories
You ain't even do that shit, so that's 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 snatchin your
You catch a ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one

{*scratched: "i'm bout to slap rappers around and the game"*}
"what.. what? " "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 don't even know, the half 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 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 take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in
I ain't talkin romance but get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she shit
fake moves, I get her to settle 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 show you what a "fear factor" is
grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me
You me no choice but to hurt your feelings g