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

[Keith] the fuck up
You had a fuckin green card in your fuckin life
You don't any means to fuckin money

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

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

[Tim
Here we go with some new shit, fuck the
Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you know
Put two in gut, POP POP what, now shut '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, can't comprehend
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 some rat poison and I 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 see that nigga from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, never writin, not excitin
I'm invitin, all y'all who like fightin
So come on, BRING IT ON, bring your
No not rainin but you still gettin wettened
Smash your fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm
Niggaz don't want no cause I keep the tec handy
Shoot you from 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 the industry
By smokin lyrical chokin provokin 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 them tactics to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, 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 track I this
Cannabis is nice, six I'm causin a
You can't fuck with us, known for keepin it
Not fakin the funk like bustaz, so you gonna do?
I address, I'm better fresh
Mo' than stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

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