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 dese kids who chuck shit
S*ck record 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 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)

ROCK]
Same issue, I like a video on jerk.
Steady, forward 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, still wanna ** me behind.
Tell me to put my on de dotted line.

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, this is ...

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

I'm on it, boy-eh...Let's ...
dese guys 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 to me, I won't have it,
people like you and you an ...
Dat's okay, now when I come

up de light's in de low power,
Remember de time you got slaughtered,
Beef? no, it's 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 heart rate (beeep)
When they have just

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

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

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

Devil promotion of (hwack)
An Anyone listenin' is a witness.
Helpless lady - I written dis.
get on wid de quick 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, uncut meat,
why I'm in de hole,
Dat why I it, I'm a treat -

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

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

Ha! So, let's show boys what time it is.
I'm you,
Dey know about how us gurrls sspit, yeh.
show dem how we keep it rill.
Let's show dem de deal is.
show dem what time it is.

Shystie! go!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cos' I'm daily mens day by day,
No self-esteem? and don't think of it,
its how I'll make you lose your confidence.
Even how you spittin on dis 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, up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
The Meda deep, and they never stopped we
Spittin' lyrics in your face, you can't up de pace
So you don't 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 girls
Like pick-up sexin', de beef is on.
And your Miss
Impressions ain't 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 about markin' 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 beee like us!! (I know)
But featherweight,
And I'm a heavyweight.
MCs like 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 into a rep
But you get off de set.
Trustin' if you be Lady Sovereign, get in de hedges.

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

Man, I take down whole '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 like you, I ain't got de time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

- when de bullet in
I to shop work to get a gold 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 down, sound like dudes.
Why would not you got a fing to do?
Easy to 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 voice when you talk big (or my shit will)
I kill your little kids like mornin'-after -
So chill.

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

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 make it (23!).

CHORUS 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 de fool who will sell it
dresser, uh huh.

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

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Rose, stoppin'.
I called de rolls, years 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 stocked wid de nine milli
'Cos we hot and den it's a
Deres offa and a filly,
I chopped Pokemon, car trunk kitty.

A lotta know Shystie 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 pull scares like
Leave a boy lookin, zip is 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 doubled up I f*d yer girlfriend,
Double to double, I doubled de barrel,
R.O. dubbed it, so you won't be 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