Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

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

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

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

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

[Tim
Here we go with some new shit, the bullshit
Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you whassup
Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now 'em up
Mad wanna have this, murderous status
I'm as the motherfuckin rhymin apparatus
The fattest, MC of the era, terror
niggaz fuck with this? Never, but however
Many foes try to apprehend, they can't
when they step to me they don't win
I bend, break who fake the funk
Leavin wack rappers in the of my truck
Then eat rat poison and I drink some ammonia
Came out that gastric felonious
killer, that you know, as Kujo
Fuck around with Dog and get like a sumo
"Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you get wit me
I wanna see that from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, writin, that's not excitin
I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who like
So come on, BRING IT ON, bring weapon
No it's not rainin but you still gettin
Smash your fuckin ass a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't no beef cause I keep the tec handy
you from your head to your toe
You have so many holes in shit it spells act like you know

[unknown MC]
Well I thought you motherfuckers..
Now a second while I reveal myself into the industry
By smokin lyrical chokin provokin MC
Clear the way for me, unique, the weak
As I the claim to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy and I don't got to have them tactics 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 smoke
Cannabis is nice, six I'm causin a
You can't with us, known for keepin it true
Not fakin the funk like bustaz, so you gonna do?
I address, I'm better than
Mo' than stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, they wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, walkin into the +Dragon+
My bald super sharp, I walk like Telly Savales
Niggaz on a tightrope, they is off balance
mental like 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 style retarded, kids smell the
With hand I cut your rectum out with razor blades
Emergency please, gorillas bleedin through they
My style - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, open door, see you late
I drop sticks of dynamite, open mailbox
look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo' glocks
Your berback(?), lion tiger asscrack
No need to worry low prices me Crazy Eddie
I put the head to sleep and send that to Betty
I'm outtie.. five eight