Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

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

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

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

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

Dog]
Here we go some new shit, fuck the bullshit
Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always quick, what?
Motherfucker back up, you know
Put two in gut, POP POP what, now shut 'em up
Mad niggaz have this, murderous status
I'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin
The fattest, MC of the era, terror
Could fuck with this? Never, but however
Many foes try to apprehend, can't comprehend
when they step to me they don't win
I bend, break MC's who the funk
wack rappers in the back of my truck
Then eat some rat and I drink some ammonia
Came out bein that felonious
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 nigga Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, never writin, that's not
I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who like
So come on, IT ON, bring your weapon
No not rainin but you still gettin wettened
Smash your fuckin ass a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't want no beef cause I keep the tec
you from your head to your toe
You have so many holes in your shit it act like you know

female MC]
Well I you knew motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I reveal myself the industry
By smokin chokin teacher provokin MC
Clear the way for me, unique, the weak
As I defeat the claim to be sweet, by 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 stress or contest, the
I stand on top of them, no about it, I'm unstoppable
Got a train of focus, track I smoke this
is nice, six I'm causin a ruckus
You can't fuck with us, for keepin it true
Not fakin the funk 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 you got skills, suck this

I'm rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, MC's into the +Dragon+
My bald head super sharp, I walk like Savales
Niggaz on a tightrope, they style is off
Hyper like Larry Davis on the instrumental
Rappers actin poodle, but I'ma the kennel
No threats; don't sleep on me you on Bernard Goetz
a Berkowitz twist, your projects heard of this
My style retarded, kids smell the piss
With 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 for yo' glocks
Your style berback(?), lion asscrack
No need to worry low prices call me Crazy
I put the head to sleep and that brain to Betty
I'm outtie.. five thousand