Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

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

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

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

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

[Tim
Here we go with new shit, fuck the bullshit
Bronx rule shit, cause we always pull quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you whassup
Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now 'em up
Mad niggaz have this, murderous status
I'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin
The fattest, MC of the era, cause
Could niggaz fuck with Never, but however
Many foes try to apprehend, they comprehend
Cause when they to me they don't win
I bend, break MC's who fake the
wack 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" like Whitney, you get wit me
I wanna see that from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, never writin, that's not
I'm invitin, all suckers who like fightin
So come on, BRING IT ON, bring your
No it's not rainin but you still gettin
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 holes in your shit it spells act like you know

female MC]
Well I you knew motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I reveal myself into the
By smokin lyrical chokin teacher MC
Clear the way for me, unique, the weak
As I defeat the claim to be sweet, by keepin it
Lazy poet and I don't got to them tactics to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, tell the weak hit my bomb shit
Ooooh! Damn, no or contest, the impossible
I stand on top of them, no about it, I'm unstoppable
Got a of focus, e'ry track I smoke this
Cannabis is nice, six I'm causin a
You can't fuck with us, known for keepin it
Not fakin the like bustaz, so what you gonna do?
I address, I'm than fresh
Mo' potent stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

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