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

[Keith] the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green card in your life
You don't any to make fuckin money

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

[Keith] You fuckin stupid, Adidas motherfucker
[thug] Saturday Night Live, John Travolta ass
[Keith] Suck my
[thug] You fuckin spaghetti and meatball motherfucker
[Keith] You have any fuckin knowledge
[thug] you man, conio man, suck my dick 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 do somethin mayn?
[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 shit, cause we always pull quick, what?
Motherfucker up, you know whassup
Put two in gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em up
Mad niggaz wanna have this, murderous
I'm known as the motherfuckin apparatus
The fattest, MC of the era, terror
Could niggaz fuck with Never, but however
Many foes try to apprehend, they can't
Cause when they step to me 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 some ammonia
Came out bein that felonious
serial killer, you know, as Kujo
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 suckers who like fightin
So on, BRING IT ON, bring your 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 cause I keep the tec
you from your head to your toe
You have so many holes in your shit it act like you know

[unknown MC]
Well I you knew motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I reveal myself 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 keepin it
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them 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 causin a
You fuck with us, known for keepin it true
Not the funk like bustaz, so what you gonna do?
I address, I'm better fresh
Mo' potent stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, move wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into the
My bald head super sharp, I walk Telly Savales
Niggaz on a tightrope, style is off balance
Hyper mental like Larry on the instrumental
Rappers poodle, but I'ma drop the kennel
No threats; don't on me you slept on Bernard Goetz
With a Berkowitz twist, your heard of this
My unique style retarded, kids the piss
hand grenades I cut your rectum out with razor blades
Emergency please, gorillas through they knees
My style - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, 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 asscrack
No need to low prices call me Crazy Eddie
I put the head to sleep and that brain to Betty
I'm outtie.. thousand eight