Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

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

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

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

[Keith] You fuckin stupid, plantella motherfucker
Saturday Night Live, John Travolta ass motherfucker
[Keith] Suck my
[thug] You fuckin spaghetti and meatball eatin
[Keith] You don't have any fuckin
[thug] Fuck you man, conio man, my dick man
[Keith] Little Italy ay, you don't know the.. real estate man
[thug] Fuck you man, what the fuck you do mayn?
[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
we go with some new shit, fuck the bullshit
Bronx rule shit, cause we always 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 as the motherfuckin rhymin apparatus
The fattest, MC of the era, cause
Could niggaz fuck with Never, but however
Many foes try to apprehend, they can't
Cause they step to me they don't win
I bend, MC's who fake the funk
Leavin rappers in the back of my truck
Then eat some rat and I drink some ammonia
Came out bein 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 see that nigga from 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 weapon
No it's not rainin but you gettin wettened
Smash fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't want no beef I keep the tec handy
Shoot you from your head to toe
You have so many holes in your shit it spells act like you

female MC]
Well I you knew motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I reveal myself the industry
By lyrical chokin teacher 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 to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my shit
Ooooh! Damn, no or contest, the impossible
I on top of them, no doubt about it, I'm unstoppable
Got a train of focus, e'ry track I this
is nice, six I'm causin a ruckus
You fuck with us, known for keepin it true
Not the funk like bustaz, so what you gonna do?
I address, I'm than fresh
Mo' than stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

I'm makin rappers load they pack 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 poodle, but I'ma drop the kennel
No threats; sleep on me you slept on Bernard Goetz
With a Berkowitz twist, your projects heard of
My unique retarded, kids smell the piss
hand grenades I cut your rectum out with razor blades
Emergency please, gorillas through they knees
My style - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, open your door, see you
I drop sticks of dynamite, your mailbox
Don't look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo'
Your style berback(?), lion asscrack
No need to worry low prices call me Crazy
I put the to sleep and send that brain to Betty
I'm outtie.. thousand eight