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 wanna checks me on dis?
Be like most kids who chuck shit
S*ck record 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 wit de mind of a needle
A in the cheater,
Draw a nine up.
it, 'caine.

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

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

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

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

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

I still represent Town.
Though it's my proximity, my boy down.
mans, like a fuckin greyhound
Quit 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.

[FROST/ZUZ x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, P, eyes frosty,
Dat Meda camp, MCs softly
Like in, we got shots from foreign.
And you wanna fuck wiv my side, fool

Yo, is Shystie ...

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

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

A'right!

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

up de light's in de low power,
Remember de time you got slaughtered,
Beef? no, it's just an argument
Words they is in de House of Parliament.

Wid out de words, wid out de
Little boys on de kerb.
People, dem up before dey get hurt.
But their rate stop (beeep)
When they have just

Dat I'm de flow
Leave yer mind in
Like de of a polo, push
enter his height when I'm so low,
Yah, yeh know, so -

a yer words 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.
That's yer ish-ing dat dis.
Where yer car? harhar! A life

promotion of sickness (hwack)
An Anyone listenin' is a witness.
lady - 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 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 face sweet!
Sweet 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 deep, and they never stopped we
Spittin' in your face, you can't keep up de pace
So you don't wanna wiv our side, fool!

Ha! So, let's show dese boys time it is.
I'm you,
Dey don't know about how us sspit, yeh.
show dem how we keep it rill.
Let's show dem what de 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 doesn't ever test
Doesn't spit about a rattle chest

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

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

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

to make havoc - spit 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 wanna come and drop a lyric, is no top.

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

Cos' I'm separatin' mens day by day,
No self-esteem? and don't think of it,
Unless its how I'll make you your confidence.
Even how you 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 we's doin'
yeh! right! hah hah!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If the case, imagine when it gets skipped.
Slap and exit. (huh huh)
And home it crept. be men!

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

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

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

Never dat! Too rhymes, too many lines.
For the like you, I ain't got de time.

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

[ZUZ
heh heh.
Yah, dese gurls be serious!
Frost, are these serious, man?
They better fuckin' reco'nize time it is,
Before we their clocks.
- yep.

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

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

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

Gabi matter to me.
'Cos if is on battlin' me
She's ready to see, R.O. is old
Like jeans (whew)

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

So all of my worrds are you.
And yer broke down, sound 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 got yourself to blame.
Tame your when you talk big (or my shit will)
I kill your kids like mornin'-after pills -
So chill.

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

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

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

CHORUS x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, frosty,
Dat Meda camp, MCs softly
Like in, we got shots from foreign.
And you wanna fuck wiv my side, fool

I'll clue you, hands tied behind my
No lies, I won't even my eyes.
aroun', when my back faced
In yer face, replaced.
my lyrics in yer face like mace.

Yo, my --
I pity de fool who 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 hopin' to bust wiv de chop hoss boss.
We stop - if accused, we rush past.
Educated, but yep, I bank last!

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

A lotta people know de renegade,
I glasses 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 used sound like "Oh dear, Maxwell"

ROCK]
-
Huffing and puffing and
And not on a to nuttin'.
I up when I f*d yer girlfriend,
Double to double, I doubled 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 wanna fuck wiv my side, fool