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 like dese kids who chuck shit
S*ck company head.
Frost P, I it, nuh-uh.

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

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

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

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

[ZUZ
Same issue, I move a video on jerk.
Steady, walk forward in my 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 on de dotted line.

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

I represent Hays Town.
Though my proximity, my boy face down.
mans, like a fuckin greyhound
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 your bank, big de clamps.
You me equals my car trunk.

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

Yo, this is ...

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

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

A'right!

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

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

Dat I'm above de
Leave yer in high-low
Like de of a polo, push
Can't his height 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 ish-ing dat dis.
Where yer car? harhar! A domestic

Devil promotion of (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... lyricists can get us
- 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 flak it, I'm a -

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

CHORUS x2]
Yo, lissen up to and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and never stopped we
Spittin' lyrics in your face, you can't keep up de
So you wanna 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.
show dem how we keep it rill.
Let's show dem de deal is.
Let's show dem time it is.

Shystie! go!

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

Accordings to dese angles, if 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 MC, boy. I'm done - past it.

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

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

Goin' to make - spit til I choke.
How could 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 still rhyme
You still couldn't (nah) in beat to dis time
So you never get close to me to attack.
You two steps forward, but three steps back.

Cos' I'm separatin' 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 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 your face, you can't keep up de
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 take down duck birds. (nice)

Yo, I used both of girls back
Like pick-up sexin', before de is on.
And your Dynamite
Impressions botherin' no one.
So for naught. Get yer own slogan!

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

What you know markin' yer game
Up yer Nuffin.
Spittin at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!)

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

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

If that's the case, imagine it gets skipped.
quick 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 Lady Sovereign, get in de hedges.

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

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

dat! Too many rhymes, too many lines.
For the like you, I ain't got de time.

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

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

I sick rhymes, stars
den yours, times ten.
I rhyme couple time, I you in line,
You could take Zuz for a spin.

'Cos this nevah-nevah
I'm dan evah.
My vendetta is simply
Write wiv no pen, no paper.

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

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

- when de bullet 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 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 you hos, I won't lose. ZU-ZU!

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

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

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

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

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

I'll you, hands tied behind my fat*ss
No lies, I even close my eyes.
Turn aroun', when my back
In yer face, replaced.
Spit my lyrics in yer like 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 still hopin' to bust wiv de hoss boss.
We - if accused, we just rush past.
Educated, but yep, I still 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 fuckin 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 hook in yer eye!

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Fat man dat pull scares like
a boy lookin, zip is lips wit' Tampax!
Wit my accent, all de lime 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,
to double, when I doubled de barrel,
R.O. it, so you won't be into lurin'

Yeh wanna 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