Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

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-Zuz.
-SOV, Sovereign.
-Shystie!

Yo, starts.
the political son, Zuz Rock.
Den, I do. Yo.

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See wanna checks me on dis?
Be like most dese who chuck shit
S*ck company head.
P, I keep it, nuh-uh.

Still bills I'm payin', still for mils I'm
In the meanwhile, I me and wait,
De life great,
better than the jobs from state,
For it, mate, just a Q and A.

Still ghetto wit de mind of a
A in the cheater,
Draw a nine up.
it, 'caine.

If I get shifty, never eddy
Ain't life, but I stay in de
Den dat police cruiser
"Ain't you the - ?"

my brain to the game
But I let you de whistle (tweet)

[ZUZ
issue, I move like a video on jerk.
Steady, walk in my Timberland boots
And I ready to shoot, you need proof?

we? Any time, I'm able.
Come on mate, I get signed!
More time, still wanna ** me behind.
Tell me to put my on de dotted line.

Ya find, when ye ** to de street
Come around, will
In the last two weeks, too weak.

I still represent Town.
Though it's my proximity, my boy down.
Murder mans, like a greyhound
runnin' in de bank, til yer laid down.

Style to the manner, got a place in the
a .38, always come back to the man-ner.
grammar.

Use your bank, big de clamps.
You me equals my car trunk.

CHORUS x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, P, eyes frosty,
Dat camp, kills MCs softly
Like lure in, we got from foreign.
And you don't wanna fuck wiv my side,

Yo, this is ...

Yeh, SOV, Sovereign, I'm wid Shystie.
Let's dese boys out, yah?

I'm on it, boy-eh...Let's ...
Show dese guys we're worth, big boy,
'Cos I know, see, I can ...
Let's dem.

A'right!

Yo, suttin, I got one bad habit,
When streets step to me, I won't have it,
'Specially like you and you an ...
okay, now when I come through

Come up de in de low power,
Remember de when you got slaughtered,
Beef? Cos' no, just an argument
Words is jerkin' in de House of Parliament.

Wid out de words, wid out de
Little left on de kerb.
People, lift dem up dey get hurt.
But their heart stop (beeep)
they have just learned

Dat I'm above de
Leave yer mind in
Like de center of a polo,
Can't enter his when I'm so low,
Yah, yeh know, so -

None a yer can hurt me, fool.
None a yer combats fuck, fool.
you say can hurt me, fool.
I feel bad, for you.

Rue the of sense.
yer ish-ing dat does dis.
Where yer car? harhar! A life

promotion of sickness (hwack)
An illness? Anyone is a witness.
Helpless - I never written dis.
get on wid de quick busi-ness.
S.O.V. dot, dot... can get us dis?
- No.

Hup-two-three-four, I'm to war,
To win - I the runner-up sore. (ow!)
I'm raw, like meat,
why I'm in de hole,
Dat why I it, I'm a treat -

I'm deep. But my looks sweet!
enough to fool yeh 'bout my greed.
Waltz it to where dem sleep,
Yah, now creep!

CHORUS x2]
Yo, lissen up to and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and never stopped we
Spittin' lyrics in your face, you can't up de pace
So you wanna fuck wiv our side, fool!

Ha! So, let's show dese boys what it is.
I'm you,
Dey don't about how us gurrls sspit, yeh.
Let's dem how we keep it rill.
Let's show dem de deal is.
Let's show dem time it is.

Shystie! go!

Oi! 'ey, up,
get fucked up wiv a taco, fool, durin' PMS,
Cos' my mood get yeh in a state of distress.
And the lyrical doesn't ever test
spit about a rattle man's chest

Accordings to angles, if dere was a circle
Yeh! - play, boy, but I know my swivin' you.
I you for a joke, so you get laffed at (haha)
Yer a MC, boy. I'm done - past it.

Cos' my sample is in de silence,
Leaving, yeh need stabilizing.
Yeh wanted to better me just an idiot.
But show everyone (sure!) here dat yerr not ready yet.

I need a bag, body back in a closed hearse.
Leff it in de church, can I get worse?
Cannot rilly know dat I jes caught, seen me
But I'm still here, I moved out de window.

Goin' to make havoc - til I choke.
How could anyone better me for a joke.
See de tick-tock? on de clock, sh*t don't stop.
If you come and drop a lyric, there is no top.

But if you had it, you still rhyme
You still couldn't (nah) in beat to dis time
So you never get close to me to attack.
You take two steps forward, but steps back.

I'm daily separatin' mens day by day,
No Meditate and don't think of it,
Unless its how make you lose your confidence.
how you spittin on dis track is never-never lan'.

ish -
you. can't. spit. and. it's. better. dat. you. quit.
leave. it. to Shystie. that. spits. hot toxic.

but - you member how doin' all?
yeh! right! hah hah!

[SHY/SOV x2]
Yo, lissen up to and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they never we
Spittin' lyrics in face, you can't keep up de pace
So you wanna fuck wiv our side, fool!

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Yo! is it! heh hah haa!
The kickin' off now! (s'fun now)
Frost P! Grove N17. Z-U!
Let's down these duck birds. (nice)

Yo, I used both of dese back
Like sexin', before de beef is on.
And your Dynamite
ain't botherin' no one.
So for naught. Get yer own slogan!

that! Matter of fact, get off de track.
I'm too to go back-to-back
Wiv average hood-rats.

What you know about yer game
Up yer Nuffin.
Spittin at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!)

yeh frauds like Kit-Kat
- "Give 'em a break!"
Cos' yer and fake,
Cos' yer to hate.

Dey wanna beee us!! (I know)
But featherweight,
And I'm a heavyweight.
Eatin' MCs ready-break.

If that's the case, imagine when it skipped.
quick and exit. (huh huh)
And it crept. Must be men!

'Cos you had the boobs to steppin' a rep
But you get off de set.
Trustin' if you be Lady Sovereign, get in de hedges.

Don't to get me in da stakes.
wif Gab's compressor, ya still sound lesser.
So get it twisted, girls - you aint better.

Man, I take down your 'hood wiv my full wood.
You de way I flow, and you rilly wish you could.

Never dat! Too rhymes, too many lines.
For the amateurs like you, I got de time.

CHORUS x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kills MCs
Like in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't fuck wiv my side, fool

[ZUZ
heh heh.
Yah, dese can't be serious!
Frost, are these serious, man?
They fuckin' reco'nize what time it is,
Before we their clocks.
- yep.

I spit sick rhymes,
Better den yours, ten.
I rhyme time, I punish you in line,
You could never Zuz for a spin.

'Cos this nevah-nevah
I'm dan evah.
My vendetta is payback
lyrics wiv no pen, no paper.

Hate-ers prosper. (yep)
So get lost like down a sofa.

doesn't matter to me.
'Cos if is on battlin' me
She's to see, R.O. is old school
bullet-hole jeans (whew)

- when de bullet in
I used to shop work to get a fing.
For sure, I'm talkin', my clean.
Yo, my 'fro's clean, just the po sheets
listen up when R.O. speaks.

So all of my are hurrrtin' you.
And yer broke down, sound dudes.
Why would not you got a better to do?
to cure you hos, I won't lose. ZU-ZU!

In the MC game, I put a MC to shame.
You've only got to blame.
Tame your voice when you talk big (or my will)
I your little kids like mornin'-after pills -
So chill.

you walked in, I met ends, it's not happenin'.
I still strappin' my nine, I still rappin' time.
Lemme up, I ye back de hallways.
Ye don't wanna see me it back to old days -

I Frost P like a maniac. (he's great)
'Cos I'm back, I show you the fucks izzat.

I'm one of a kind, win de war wiv me?
twenty-two (22.) MCs,
Dem make it twenty-three (23!).

[FROST/ZUZ x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, frosty,
Dat camp, kills MCs softly
Like lure in, we got from foreign.
And you don't fuck wiv my side, fool

I'll you, hands tied behind my fat*ss
No lies, I won't close my eyes.
Turn aroun', when my faced
In yer face, replaced.
Spit my lyrics in yer face mace.

Yo, my --
I pity de who will sell it
dresser, uh huh.

I be de in de middle
Wot right now (yo)
But can you do a

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Rose, stoppin'.
I called de rolls, twenty old.
I still to bust wiv de chop hoss boss.
We stop - if accused, we just past.
Educated, but yep, I still last!

ROCK]
See, I'm renegade. wid de R.O.C.,
Plus, we fully wid de nine milli
'Cos we hot and den it's a
Deres offa and a filly,
I fuckin Pokemon, car trunk kitty.

A people know Shystie de renegade,
I keep glasses by de bottle, but I lemonade.
So - get twisted, 'cos I'm not Shy.
Give a bad look, get a right in yer eye!

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Fat man dat pull scares anthrax
a boy lookin, zip is lips wit' Tampax!
Wit my accent, jack all de off de track.
a used door sound like "Oh dear, Maxwell"

[ZUZ
-
Huffing and and bluffing
And not on a to nuttin'.
I up when I f*d yer girlfriend,
to double, when I doubled de barrel,
R.O. it, so you won't be into lurin'

Yeh wanna look in my eye, fool!
My lyrics see dat cry, fool!
see black and white,
Like a tie ball, so -

You don't wanna fuck wiv my side,