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] Shut the up
You never had a fuckin green card in fuckin life
You don't any means to make money

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

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

[Tim
Here we go with some new shit, fuck the
Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always pull quick,
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 this? Never, but however
Many foes try to apprehend, they can't
Cause when they step to me they win
I bend, break who fake the funk
Leavin wack rappers in the of my truck
Then eat some rat and I drink some ammonia
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 see that nigga from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, never writin, not excitin
I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who fightin
So come on, BRING IT ON, your weapon
No it's not rainin but you gettin wettened
Smash your fuckin ass a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't want no beef cause I keep the tec
Shoot you your head to your toe
You have so many holes in shit it spells act like you know

[unknown MC]
I thought you knew motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I reveal myself into the
By smokin chokin teacher provokin MC
Clear the way for me, unique, the weak
As I defeat the claim to be sweet, by keepin it
Lazy and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb
Ooooh! Damn, no stress or contest, the
I on top of them, no doubt about it, I'm unstoppable
Got a train of focus, e'ry 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 like bustaz, so you gonna do?
I address, I'm better fresh
Mo' than stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

I'm makin load they apples pack up, move they wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, walkin into the +Dragon+
My bald head super sharp, I walk like Savales
Niggaz on a tightrope, they is off balance
Hyper mental 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 Berkowitz twist, your heard of this
My unique retarded, kids smell the piss
With hand grenades I cut your rectum out with razor
Emergency please, gorillas through they knees
My style - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, open your door, see you
I drop sticks of dynamite, open mailbox
Don't look for guns, I paid some for yo' glocks
Your style berback(?), lion asscrack
No need to worry low call me Crazy Eddie
I put the head to sleep and send that to Betty
I'm outtie.. five eight