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 green card in your fuckin life
You don't any to make fuckin money

[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout

[Keith] You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas
[thug] Saturday Night Live, Travolta ass motherfucker
Suck my dick
[thug] You fuckin spaghetti and meatball motherfucker
[Keith] You don't have any knowledge
[thug] 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 you wanna do mayn?
[thug] You wanna do somethin mayn? You wanna do somethin
[thug] Take this mayn 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 always pull quick,
back up, you know whassup
Put two in gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em up
Mad niggaz wanna have this, murderous
I'm as the motherfuckin rhymin apparatus
The fattest, MC of the era, cause
Could niggaz with this? Never, but however
foes try to apprehend, they can't comprehend
Cause when they to me they don't win
I bend, break who fake the funk
Leavin wack rappers in the of my truck
Then eat some rat poison and I drink some
Came out that gastric felonious
killer, that 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 that from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, never writin, 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 like a Savage, I'm
don't want no beef cause I keep the tec handy
Shoot you your head to your toe
You so many holes in your shit it spells act like you know

[unknown MC]
Well I you knew motherfuckers..
Now a second while I reveal myself into the industry
By smokin chokin teacher provokin MC
Clear the way for me, unique, delete the
As I defeat the to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have tactics to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my 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 causin a
You can't fuck with us, known for keepin it
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 fuck y'all motherfuckers who y'all whole album
to prove you got skills, this

I'm makin rappers load they apples up, move they wagons
My like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into the +Dragon+
My bald 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 Berkowitz twist, projects heard of this
My unique style retarded, kids smell the
With hand grenades I cut your out with razor blades
please, gorillas bleedin through they knees
My werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, open door, see you late
I drop of dynamite, open your mailbox
Don't look for guns, I some crackheads for yo' glocks
style berback(?), lion tiger asscrack
No need to worry low prices call me Crazy
I put the head to sleep and send that to Betty
I'm outtie.. five thousand