Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

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

[Keith] Shut the up
You never had a fuckin green card in your fuckin
You any means to make fuckin money

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

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

Dog]
Here we go with some new shit, fuck the
Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we pull quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you 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, cause
niggaz fuck with this? Never, but however
Many foes try to apprehend, they can't
Cause when they step to me they win
I bend, MC's who fake the funk
wack rappers in the back of my truck
Then eat rat poison and I drink some ammonia
Came out bein gastric felonious
serial killer, you know, as Kujo
Fuck around with Dog and get slammed like a
"Waitin to Exhale" Whitney, you can't get wit me
I wanna see nigga from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, never writin, not excitin
I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who like
So come on, BRING IT ON, bring your
No it's not but you still gettin wettened
Smash your ass like a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't want no beef I keep the tec handy
you from your head to your toe
You have so many holes in your 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
Clear the way for me, unique, delete the
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 addicts, tell the weak 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 I smoke this
Cannabis is nice, six I'm a ruckus
You can't fuck us, known for keepin it true
Not fakin the funk like bustaz, so you gonna do?
I address, I'm better than
Mo' potent stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

I'm makin rappers load they apples up, move they wagons
My style like Lee, MC's walkin into the +Dragon+
My head super sharp, I walk like Telly Savales
Niggaz on a tightrope, they 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 Berkowitz twist, your projects heard of
My style retarded, kids smell the piss
With hand grenades I cut your out with razor blades
Emergency please, bleedin through they knees
My werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on elevator, open your door, see you late
I drop sticks of dynamite, your mailbox
look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo' glocks
Your berback(?), lion tiger asscrack
No need to worry low prices call me Crazy
I put the head to sleep and send that brain to
I'm outtie.. five eight