Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

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

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

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

Still I'm payin', still for mils I'm prayin'
In the meanwhile, I me and wait,
De ain't great,
But's better than the from state,
For makin' it, mate, a Q and A.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I represent Hays Town.
Though my proximity, my boy face down.
Murder mans, like a fuckin
runnin' in de bank, til yer laid down.

Style to the manner, got a in the manor
Like a .38, always 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, kills MCs
Like lure in, we got shots foreign.
And you wanna fuck 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 guys what worth, big boy,
I know, see, I can spit ...
Let's dem.

A'right!

Yo, suttin, I got one bad habit,
When those streets step to me, I have it,
'Specially people you and you an ...
Dat's okay, now 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, dem up before dey get hurt.
But their rate stop (beeep)
When they have learned

Dat I'm de flow
Leave yer 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 words can 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 ish-ing dat dis.
Where yer car? harhar! A life

Devil promotion of (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... lyricists can get us
- No.

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

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

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

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

Shystie! go!

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

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.

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

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

Goin' to havoc - spit til I choke.
How could ever better me for a joke.
See de on de body clock, sh*t don't stop.
If you wanna come and drop a lyric, is no top.

But if you had it, you still couldn't
You still couldn't write (nah) in 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 lose 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 we's all?
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 kickin' off now! (s'fun now)
P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U!
Let's down these duck birds. (nice)

Yo, I used of dese girls back
pick-up sexin', before de beef is on.
And your Miss
Impressions ain't 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 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,
yer bound 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 home it crept. be men!

'Cos you had the boobs to 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 don't get it twisted, - you aint better.

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

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

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

ROCK]
heh heh.
Yah, dese gurls be serious!
Frost, are these gurls serious,
better fuckin' reco'nize what time it is,
Before we clean clocks.
- yep.

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

'Cos isn't nevah-nevah
I'm dan evah.
My is simply payback
Write wiv no pen, no paper.

never prosper. (yep)
So get lost cheese down a sofa.

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

- de bullet goes in
I to shop work 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 are hurrrtin' you.
And yer broke down, sound dudes.
Why not you got a better fing 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 when you talk big (or my shit will)
I kill your little kids like mornin'-after -
So chill.

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

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

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

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

I'll clue you, tied behind my fat*ss
No lies, I won't even my eyes.
Turn aroun', my back 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 midget in de
Wot about now (yo)
But can you do a

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

[ZUZ
See, I'm renegade. wid de R.O.C.,
Plus, we fully stocked wid de nine
'Cos we hot and den it's a
offa banned and a filly,
I fuckin chopped Pokemon, car kitty.

A lotta people Shystie de renegade,
I keep glasses by de bottle, but I 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 pull scares anthrax
Leave a boy lookin, zip is wit' Tampax!
Wit my accent, jack all de off de track.
Make a used sound like "Oh dear, Maxwell"

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

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

You don't fuck wiv my side, fool