Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

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

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 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 iced out because it cost a lot
you in the club, stylin with dough
Profilin with hoes that we boned, a ago
You rookies done enough laps around the track
You had one hot single, but then your album wack
Son you me with your war stories
You ain't even do shit, so that's just more stories
How you expect us to you seriously?
The in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin sons, I'm snatchin your funds
You catch a royal ass-whoopin, you've been for one

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

Bitch you don't know, the half about me
I bring it to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm just a little bit older, plus a lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I might ya
I can visit any city, get in the street
While you alone in your room, to death of the streets
take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I ain't romance but you'll get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she shit
Groupies moves, I get her to settle shit
You can't to the status right here
worldwide, we can battle right here
Listen junior, tear back your wig
This ain't tv but show you what a "fear factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all frontin is killin me
You me no choice but to hurt your feelings g