Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

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

I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up
the hood still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
I went from fly honies on the train
To straight on the beach, countin money gettin brain
as you rappers get a chance you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out watch it cost a lot
you in the club, stylin with dough
Profilin with that we boned, a while ago
You rookies done enough laps around the track
You had one hot single, but then album sounds wack
Son you me with your war stories
You even do that shit, so that's just more stories
How you expect us to take you
The in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin your
You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been 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 bout to slap around and bruise the game"*}
"what.. what? " "you wanna battle me? "*}
"yo man.." "how much money you "

Bitch you even know, the half about me
I bring it straight to 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 respect in the
you alone in your room, shook to death of the streets
I'll take a to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I ain't talkin but you'll get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to and she peddle shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle
You can't compare to the right here
worldwide, we can battle right here
Listen junior, i'ma back your wig
This ain't tv but I'll show you a "fear factor" is
grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me
You leave me no choice but to hurt your g