Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

P!
-Zuz.
-SOV, Sovereign.
-Shystie!

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

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

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

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

If I get shifty, reven' eddy
Ain't life, but I in de game
Den dat police say:
"Ain't you the - ?"

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

ROCK]
Same issue, I like a video on jerk.
Steady, walk forward in my Timberland
And I still ready to shoot, you need

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

Ya find, ye ** contracts to de street
Come around, will
In the two weeks, you're too weak.

I still Hays Town.
it's my proximity, my boy face down.
Murder mans, like a fuckin
Quit runnin' in de bank, til yer down.

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

Use bank, big like de clamps.
You versus me my car trunk.

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

Yo, is Shystie ...

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

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

A'right!

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

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

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

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

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

Rue the of sense.
That's yer dat does dis.
Where yer harhar! A domestic life

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

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

I'm deep. But my face sweet!
Sweet to fool yeh 'bout my greed.
Waltz it to dem don't sleep,
Yah, now creep!

CHORUS x2]
Yo, up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they stopped we
lyrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace
So you don't fuck wiv our side, fool!

Ha! So, let's dese boys what time 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 what it is.

Shystie! go!

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

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

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

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

to make havoc - spit til I choke.
How anyone ever better me for a joke.
See de tick-tock? on de body clock, sh*t stop.
If you wanna come and a lyric, there is no top.

But if you had it, you couldn't rhyme
You couldn't write (nah) in beat to dis time
So you get close enough to me to attack.
You take two forward, but three steps back.

Cos' I'm daily mens day by day,
No Meditate and don't think of it,
Unless its how I'll make you your confidence.
Even how you spittin on dis track is 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 we's doin'
yeh! right! hah hah!

[SHY/SOV x2]
Yo, lissen up to and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and never stopped we
lyrics in your 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)
P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U!
Let's down these duck birds. (nice)

Yo, I used both of dese girls
Like sexin', before de beef is on.
And Miss Dynamite
Impressions botherin' no one.
So for naught. Get yer own slogan!

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

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

Treat yeh frauds like
- "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.
Slap and exit. (huh huh)
And it crept. Must be men!

'Cos you had the to steppin' into 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.
Even wif Gab's compressor, ya sound lesser.
So get it twisted, girls - you aint better.

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

dat! Too many rhymes, too many lines.
For the amateurs like you, I got de time.

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

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

I spit rhymes, stars
den yours, times ten.
I couple time, I punish you in line,
You never take Zuz for a spin.

'Cos this isn't
I'm dan evah.
My vendetta is simply
Write wiv no pen, no paper.

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

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

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

So all of my worrds are you.
And yer broke down, like dudes.
Why would not you got a fing to do?
Easy to cure you hos, I lose. ZU-ZU!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Rose, stoppin'.
I called de rolls, years old.
I still hopin' to 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 a Harvard
Deres banned and a filly,
I fuckin chopped Pokemon, car kitty.

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

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

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

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

You don't wanna wiv my side, fool