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 card in your fuckin life
You any means to make fuckin money

What? What the fuck you talkin bout mayn?

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

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

female MC]
Well I thought you motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I reveal myself the industry
By smokin chokin teacher provokin MC
Clear the way for me, unique, the weak
As I defeat the claim to be sweet, by it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to fake rappers
and crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my shit
Ooooh! Damn, no or contest, the impossible
I on top of them, no doubt about it, I'm unstoppable
Got a of focus, e'ry track I smoke this
Cannabis is nice, six I'm a ruckus
You can't fuck with us, known for keepin it
Not fakin the like 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 whole album
to prove you got skills, suck

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