Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

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

I used to 40's, and own a beat up caddy
Since the hood still me, I'll turn the heat up daddy
I went mackin fly honies on the train
To straight relaxin on the beach, countin money gettin
Soon as you get a chance you wanna floss a lot
You buy a out watch because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin with
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 bore me with your war
You ain't even do that shit, so that's just more
How you expect us to take you
The in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm your sons, I'm snatchin your funds
You a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one

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

Bitch you don't even know, the about me
I bring it to your chest, ask your staff about me
I'm just a bit older, plus a whole lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I might ya
I can visit any city, get in the street
While you alone in room, shook to death of the streets
I'll a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I ain't talkin romance but get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that to blast and she peddle shit
Groupies moves, I get her to settle shit
You can't compare to the right here
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right
junior, i'ma tear 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 but to hurt your feelings g