Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

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

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

[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout

[Keith] You fuckin stupid, Adidas motherfucker
[thug] Saturday Night Live, John ass motherfucker
[Keith] Suck my
You fuckin spaghetti and meatball eatin motherfucker
[Keith] You don't have any knowledge
Fuck 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 wanna do
[thug] You do somethin mayn? You wanna do somethin mayn?
Take this mayn {*POP*} take this mayn {*POP*}
[thug] Take this mayn {*POP POP*} now!

Dog]
Here we go with new shit, fuck the bullshit
Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always quick, what?
Motherfucker up, you know whassup
Put two in gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em up
Mad niggaz wanna have this, status
I'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin
The fattest, MC of the era, terror
Could fuck 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
Leavin wack rappers in the back of my
eat some rat poison and I drink some ammonia
Came out bein gastric felonious
serial killer, that you know, as
Fuck around Dog and get slammed like a sumo
"Waitin to Exhale" Whitney, you can't get wit me
I see that nigga 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, bring your
No it's not rainin but you gettin wettened
Smash fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't want no beef cause I keep the tec
Shoot you from your head to 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 reveal myself into the
By smokin lyrical chokin provokin MC
the way for me, unique, delete the weak
As I the claim to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake
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 about it, I'm
Got a train of focus, e'ry track I smoke
Cannabis is nice, six I'm a ruckus
You can't fuck with us, for keepin it true
Not fakin the funk like bustaz, so what you do?
I address, I'm better than
Mo' potent stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

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