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 never had a fuckin green in your fuckin life
You don't any means to make money

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

[Keith] You fuckin stupid, Adidas motherfucker
Saturday Night Live, John Travolta ass motherfucker
[Keith] Suck my
[thug] You spaghetti and meatball eatin motherfucker
[Keith] You don't any fuckin knowledge
[thug] you man, conio man, suck my dick man
Little Italy ay, you don't know about the.. real estate man
[thug] 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 this mayn {*POP POP*} now!

[Tim
Here we go with some new shit, the bullshit
Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we always pull quick,
Motherfucker up, you know whassup
Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now 'em up
Mad wanna have this, murderous status
I'm known as the rhymin apparatus
The fattest, MC of the era, terror
Could niggaz with this? Never, but however
foes try to apprehend, they can't comprehend
Cause they step to me they don't win
I bend, break who fake the funk
Leavin wack rappers in the back of my
Then eat some rat poison and I drink some
Came out bein that gastric
killer, that you know, as Kujo
Fuck around with Dog and get slammed like a
"Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you get wit me
I wanna see nigga from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, writin, that's not excitin
I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who fightin
So come on, BRING IT ON, bring your
No it's not but you still gettin wettened
Smash your fuckin ass like a Savage, I'm
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 spells act you know

[unknown MC]
Well I thought you motherfuckers..
Now take a while I reveal myself into the industry
By lyrical chokin teacher provokin MC
the way for me, unique, delete the weak
As I defeat the to be sweet, by keepin it street
Lazy poet and I don't got to have them to turn fake rappers
and addicts, tell the weak hit from my bomb shit
Ooooh! Damn, no stress or contest, the
I stand on top of them, no doubt it, I'm unstoppable
Got a train of focus, e'ry I smoke this
Cannabis is nice, six I'm 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 than fresh
Mo' potent stress, now try to test, nigga!

[Kool
fuck y'all motherfuckers who need y'all whole album
to you got skills, suck this

I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, move wagons
My style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into the
My bald head super sharp, I walk like Telly
on a tightrope, they style is off balance
Hyper mental like Larry on the instrumental
Rappers actin poodle, but I'ma the kennel
No don't sleep on me you slept on Bernard Goetz
With a twist, your projects heard of this
My style retarded, kids smell the piss
With hand grenades I cut your out with razor blades
Emergency please, bleedin through they knees
My style - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, open your door, see you
I drop of dynamite, open your mailbox
Don't look for guns, I paid some crackheads for yo'
Your style berback(?), lion tiger
No need to worry low prices call me Eddie
I put the head to sleep and send brain to Betty
I'm outtie.. five eight