Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

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

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

[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout

You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas motherfucker
[thug] Saturday Live, John Travolta ass motherfucker
Suck my dick
[thug] You fuckin spaghetti and 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 about the.. real estate man
Fuck you man, what the fuck you wanna do mayn?
[thug] You wanna do somethin mayn? You do somethin mayn?
Take this mayn {*POP*} take this mayn {*POP*}
[thug] Take mayn {*POP POP*} dead now!

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

female MC]
Well I you knew motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I reveal into the industry
By smokin lyrical chokin teacher MC
the way for me, unique, delete the weak
As I defeat the claim to be sweet, by keepin it
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 stand on top of them, no doubt it, I'm unstoppable
Got a train of focus, e'ry track I this
is nice, six I'm causin a ruckus
You can't fuck us, known for keepin it true
Not fakin the funk like bustaz, so what you do?
I address, I'm better fresh
Mo' potent stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

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, style is off balance
Hyper like Larry Davis on the instrumental
Rappers actin poodle, but I'ma drop the
No don't sleep on me you slept on Bernard Goetz
With a twist, your projects heard of this
My unique style retarded, smell the piss
With hand grenades I cut your out with razor blades
Emergency please, gorillas through they knees
My werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, your door, see you late
I drop of dynamite, open your mailbox
Don't look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo'
Your berback(?), lion tiger asscrack
No need to worry low prices call me Crazy
I put the head to sleep and send that to Betty
I'm outtie.. five eight