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] the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green card in your fuckin
You don't any means to fuckin money

[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout

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

Dog]
Here we go with some new shit, fuck the
niggaz rule shit, cause we always pull quick, what?
Motherfucker up, you know whassup
Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now 'em up
Mad niggaz wanna this, murderous status
I'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin
The fattest, MC of the era, terror
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, break who fake the funk
Leavin wack in the back of my truck
eat some rat poison and I drink some ammonia
Came out bein that gastric
serial killer, that you know, as
Fuck with Dog and get slammed like a sumo
"Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you 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 come on, BRING IT ON, bring your
No it's not rainin but you still wettened
Smash your ass like a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz want no beef cause I keep the tec handy
Shoot you from head to your toe
You have so many in your shit it spells act like you know

[unknown MC]
I thought you knew motherfuckers..
Now a second while I reveal myself into the industry
By smokin lyrical chokin teacher MC
Clear the way for me, unique, the weak
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 bomb
Ooooh! Damn, no stress or contest, the
I on top of them, no doubt about it, I'm unstoppable
Got a train of focus, track I smoke this
is nice, six I'm causin a ruckus
You can't fuck us, known for keepin it true
Not the funk like bustaz, so what you gonna do?
I address, I'm better fresh
Mo' than stress, now try to test, nigga!

[Kool
Yeah fuck y'all 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, walkin into the +Dragon+
My bald head sharp, I walk like Telly Savales
Niggaz on a tightrope, they style is off
Hyper mental Larry Davis on the instrumental
actin poodle, but I'ma drop the kennel
No don't sleep on me you slept on Bernard Goetz
With a Berkowitz twist, your projects heard of
My unique retarded, kids smell the piss
With hand grenades I cut rectum out with razor blades
Emergency please, gorillas through they knees
My werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, open door, see you late
I drop sticks of dynamite, open your
Don't look for guns, I paid some for yo' glocks
Your style berback(?), tiger asscrack
No need to worry low call me Crazy Eddie
I put the head to and send that brain to Betty
I'm outtie.. five thousand