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

[Keith] the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green card in your fuckin
You don't any means to make fuckin

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

You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas motherfucker
[thug] Saturday Live, John 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 the.. real estate man
[thug] Fuck you man, what the fuck you do mayn?
[thug] You wanna do somethin mayn? You do somethin mayn?
[thug] Take this mayn {*POP*} take this {*POP*}
[thug] Take this mayn {*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 niggaz wanna have this, murderous
I'm known as the rhymin apparatus
The fattest, MC of the era, cause
Could fuck with this? Never, but however
Many foes try to apprehend, they comprehend
Cause when step to me they don't win
I bend, break MC's who the funk
Leavin wack in the back of my truck
Then eat rat poison and I drink some ammonia
Came out bein that felonious
serial killer, you know, as Kujo
Fuck with Dog and get slammed like a sumo
"Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you 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, IT ON, bring your weapon
No it's not rainin but you still wettened
Smash your fuckin ass a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't want no beef cause I the tec handy
Shoot you from your to your toe
You have so many holes in your shit it act like you know

[unknown MC]
I thought you knew motherfuckers..
Now take a second while I myself into the industry
By smokin lyrical chokin provokin MC
Clear the way for me, unique, delete the
As I defeat the claim to be sweet, by keepin it
Lazy poet and I don't got to have tactics to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, tell the hit from my bomb 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, e'ry track I smoke
is nice, six I'm causin a ruckus
You fuck with us, known for keepin it true
Not fakin the like bustaz, so what you gonna do?
I address, I'm better than
Mo' than stress, now try to test, nigga!

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

I'm rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into the
My bald super sharp, I walk like Telly Savales
Niggaz on a tightrope, style is off balance
Hyper mental like Larry Davis on the
Rappers actin poodle, but drop the kennel
No threats; don't sleep on me you slept on Goetz
With a Berkowitz twist, your projects heard of
My unique retarded, kids smell the piss
With hand I cut your rectum out with razor blades
Emergency please, bleedin through they knees
My werewolf - 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(?), tiger asscrack
No to worry low prices call me Crazy Eddie
I put the head to sleep and send that brain to
I'm outtie.. five eight