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 fuckin
You don't any to make fuckin money

[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout

You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas motherfucker
[thug] Saturday Night Live, John ass motherfucker
Suck my dick
[thug] You fuckin spaghetti and eatin motherfucker
[Keith] You have any fuckin knowledge
[thug] Fuck you man, man, suck my dick man
[Keith] Little Italy ay, you know about the.. real estate man
[thug] Fuck you man, what the fuck you wanna do
[thug] You wanna do somethin mayn? You wanna do somethin
[thug] Take mayn {*POP*} take this mayn {*POP*}
[thug] Take this mayn {*POP dead now!

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

[unknown MC]
I thought you knew motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I reveal into the industry
By smokin lyrical 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 tactics to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, the weak hit from my bomb 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
is nice, six I'm causin 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 than
Mo' potent stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

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