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 kids who chuck
S*ck record head.
Frost P, I it, nuh-uh.

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

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

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

Frame my 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 name on de line.

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

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

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

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

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

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 what worth, big boy,
I know, see, I can spit ...
Let's dem.

A'right!

Yo, suttin, I got one bad habit,
those 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 boys on de kerb.
People, lift dem up dey get hurt.
But their heart rate (beeep)
When have just learned

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

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

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

promotion of sickness (hwack)
An illness? Anyone 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, uncut 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 dem don't sleep,
Yah, now creep!

[SHY/SOV 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, show dese boys what time it is.
I'm you,
Dey know about how us gurrls sspit, yeh.
Let's dem how we keep it rill.
Let's show dem de deal is.
Let's dem what time it is.

Shystie! go!

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

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

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

I need a body bag, body back in a hearse.
Leff it in de church, can I get worse?
rilly know dat I jes silly caught, seen me
But I'm here, cos' I moved out de window.

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

But if you had it, you couldn't rhyme
You still couldn't (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 self-esteem? Meditate and don't of it,
Unless its how I'll make you lose 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!

[SHY/SOV 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 wanna wiv our side, fool!

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

Yo, I used both of girls back
Like sexin', before de beef is on.
And your Dynamite
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 markin' yer
Up yer Nuffin.
crap at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!)

Treat yeh frauds like
- "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.
MCs like 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 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, - you aint better.

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

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

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

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

I spit sick rhymes,
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 vendetta is simply
lyrics wiv no pen, no paper.

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

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

- de bullet goes in
I used to work to get a gold fing.
For sure, I'm talkin', my clean.
Yo, my clean, just like the po sheets
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 better to do?
Easy to cure you hos, I lose. ZU-ZU!

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

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

I Frost P like 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?
twenty-two (22.) MCs,
Dem wanna it twenty-three (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 wanna fuck wiv my side,

I'll clue you, hands behind my fat*ss
No lies, I won't even my eyes.
Turn aroun', my back 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 about 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 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 a Harvard
Deres offa and a filly,
I chopped Pokemon, car trunk kitty.

A lotta people know 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 hook in yer eye!

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

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

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

You don't wanna wiv my side, fool