Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

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

I used to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up
Since the still love me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
I went from mackin fly honies on the
To relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin brain
Soon as you rappers get a you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out because it cost a lot
you in the club, stylin with dough
Profilin with that we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough around the track
You had one hot single, but then your album sounds
Son you bore me your war stories
You ain't even do that shit, so that's just stories
How you expect us to take you
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

"i'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"what.. what? " {*scratch: "we to the end"*}
"yo man.." "you the drill"
{*scratched: "i'm bout to slap around and bruise the game"*}
"what.. what? " {*scratch: "you 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 staff about me
I'm a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I might ya, or I might pulverize ya
I can visit any city, get respect in the
While you alone in room, shook to death of the streets
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my in reach
I ain't talkin romance but you'll get swept off feet
I keeps a chick, that loves to blast and she peddle shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to shit
You compare to the status right here
Legendary worldwide, we can right here
junior, i'ma tear back your wig
This ain't tv but I'll show you a "fear factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all that is killin me
You leave me no choice but to your feelings g