Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

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

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

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

Bitch you don't even know, the half me
I it straight to your 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
While you alone in your room, shook to death of the
I'll take a second to speak, I keep my in reach
I ain't talkin but you'll get swept off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to blast and she peddle
Groupies moves, I get her to settle shit
You can't compare to the status right
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right
junior, i'ma tear back your wig
This ain't tv but I'll you what a "fear factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all that is killin me
You leave me no but to hurt your feelings g