Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

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

Shut the fuck up
You had a fuckin green card in your fuckin life
You don't any means to make money

[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin bout

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

Dog]
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 wanna have this, murderous status
I'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin
The fattest, MC of the era, cause
niggaz fuck with this? Never, but however
Many try to apprehend, they can't 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 poison and I drink some
Came out bein that gastric
killer, that you know, as Kujo
Fuck around Dog and get slammed like a sumo
"Waitin to Exhale" Whitney, you can't get wit me
I wanna see that from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, never writin, that's not
I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who like
So come on, BRING IT ON, your weapon
No it's not rainin but you still gettin
your fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz want no beef cause I keep the tec handy
you from your head to your toe
You have so many holes in your shit it act like you know

[unknown MC]
Well I you knew motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I reveal into 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 tactics to turn fake
and addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb shit
Ooooh! Damn, no or contest, the impossible
I stand on top of them, no doubt about it, I'm
Got a of focus, e'ry track I smoke this
is nice, six I'm causin a ruckus
You can't fuck with us, known for keepin it
Not fakin the funk bustaz, so what you gonna do?
I address, I'm than fresh
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 pack up, move they wagons
My style like Lee, MC's walkin into the +Dragon+
My bald head super sharp, I like Telly Savales
Niggaz on a tightrope, they is off balance
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 twist, your projects heard of this
My unique style retarded, kids smell the
With hand grenades I cut your rectum out razor blades
Emergency please, gorillas through they knees
My werewolf - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I on your elevator, open your door, see you late
I drop sticks of dynamite, your mailbox
Don't look for guns, I paid crackheads for yo' glocks
Your style berback(?), lion asscrack
No need to low prices call me Crazy Eddie
I put the head to sleep and that brain to Betty
I'm outtie.. five eight