Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

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

Shut the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green in your fuckin life
You don't any means to make money

[thug] What? the fuck you talkin bout mayn?

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

Dog]
Here we go with some new shit, fuck the
niggaz rule shit, cause we always pull quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you know
Put two in gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em up
Mad niggaz wanna have this, 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, MC's who fake the funk
Leavin wack in the back of my truck
Then eat some rat poison and I drink ammonia
Came out that gastric felonious
serial killer, that you know, as
around with Dog and get slammed like 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 like
So on, BRING IT ON, bring your weapon
No it's not but you still gettin wettened
Smash your fuckin ass a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz want no beef cause I keep the tec handy
Shoot you from head to your toe
You have so many holes in your shit it spells act like you

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

[Kool
Yeah fuck y'all motherfuckers who need whole album
to you got skills, suck this

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