Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

[thug] I you this fuckin guy man
Yo man, yo B, is my fuckin block, get the fuck off

Shut the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green card in your life
You any means to make fuckin money

[thug] What the fuck you talkin bout mayn?

[Keith] You fuckin stupid, plantella motherfucker
Saturday Night Live, John Travolta ass motherfucker
[Keith] my dick
[thug] You fuckin and meatball eatin motherfucker
[Keith] You have any fuckin knowledge
[thug] Fuck you man, conio man, suck my man
[Keith] Little Italy ay, you don't know about the.. real man
[thug] you man, what the fuck you wanna do mayn?
[thug] You wanna do somethin mayn? You wanna do somethin
[thug] Take mayn {*POP*} take this mayn {*POP*}
[thug] Take this {*POP POP*} dead now!

Dog]
Here we go some new shit, fuck the bullshit
niggaz rule shit, cause we always pull quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you whassup
Put two in gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em up
Mad niggaz wanna this, murderous status
I'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin
The fattest, MC of the era, cause
Could fuck with this? Never, but however
Many try to apprehend, they can't comprehend
Cause when they step to me they win
I bend, MC's who fake the funk
Leavin wack in the back of my truck
eat some rat poison and I drink some ammonia
Came out bein gastric felonious
killer, that you know, as Kujo
Fuck around Dog and get slammed like a sumo
"Waitin to Exhale" Whitney, you can't get wit me
I wanna see nigga from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, writin, that's not excitin
I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who like
So come on, BRING IT ON, bring weapon
No it's not rainin but you gettin wettened
your fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't want no beef I keep the tec handy
Shoot you from head to your toe
You so many holes in your shit it spells act like you know

[unknown MC]
Well I thought you motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I myself into the industry
By smokin lyrical chokin teacher MC
Clear the way for me, unique, the weak
As I the claim to be sweet, by keepin it street
poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my shit
Ooooh! Damn, no or contest, the impossible
I stand on top of them, no doubt it, I'm unstoppable
Got a train of focus, e'ry I smoke this
Cannabis is nice, six I'm a ruckus
You fuck with us, known for keepin it true
Not fakin the funk bustaz, so what you gonna do?
I address, I'm better fresh
Mo' than stress, now try to test, nigga!

Keith]
Yeah fuck y'all motherfuckers who need y'all whole
to prove you got skills, this

I'm makin rappers load they apples up, move they wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin the +Dragon+
My bald head super sharp, I walk like Telly
Niggaz on a tightrope, style is off balance
Hyper mental like Davis on the instrumental
actin poodle, but I'ma drop the kennel
No threats; don't sleep on me you slept on Goetz
With a Berkowitz twist, your projects of this
My unique style retarded, kids smell the
With hand grenades I cut rectum out with razor blades
Emergency please, gorillas bleedin through they
My style - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, open door, see you late
I drop sticks of dynamite, open mailbox
Don't look for guns, I paid some for yo' glocks
Your style berback(?), lion tiger
No need to worry low prices me Crazy Eddie
I put the head to and send that brain to Betty
I'm outtie.. five eight