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 checks me on
Be like most dese kids who shit
record company head.
Frost P, I it, nuh-uh.

Still bills I'm payin', for mils I'm prayin'
In the meanwhile, I me and wait,
De life great,
better than the jobs from state,
For makin' it, mate, a Q and A.

Still wit de mind 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 know de (tweet)

ROCK]
Same issue, I like a video on jerk.
Steady, forward in my Timberland boots
And I still 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, you?
In the two weeks, you're too weak.

I still represent 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
a .38, always come back to the man-ner.
grammar.

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

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

Yo, is Shystie ...

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

I'm on it, boy-eh...Let's ...
Show guys what we're 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 won't it,
people 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,
Cos' no, it's just an argument
Words they is in de House of Parliament.

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

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

promotion of sickness (hwack)
An illness? 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 the runner-up 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 face sweet!
enough to fool yeh 'bout my greed.
Waltz it to dem don't sleep,
Yah, now creep!

[SHY/SOV x2]
Yo, lissen up to and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they stopped we
Spittin' lyrics in face, you can't keep up de pace
So you don't wanna wiv our side, fool!

Ha! So, let's show dese 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.
Let's show dem what it is.

Shystie! go!

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

to dese 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 basic MC, boy. I'm - past 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 a body bag, body back in a closed hearse.
it in de church, can I really get worse?
Cannot know dat I jes silly caught, seen me
But I'm still here, cos' I out de window.

Goin' to havoc - spit til I choke.
How anyone 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 get close enough to me to attack.
You take two steps forward, but steps back.

Cos' I'm daily mens day by day,
No Meditate and don't think of it,
Unless its how make you lose your confidence.
Even how you spittin on dis track is 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, up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
The Meda deep, and they never stopped we
Spittin' lyrics in your face, you keep up de pace
So you don't fuck 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!
take down these duck birds. (nice)

Yo, I both of dese girls back
Like sexin', before de beef is on.
And your Miss
ain't botherin' no one.
So for naught. Get yer own slogan!

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

What you about 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.
MCs like ready-break.

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

you had the boobs to steppin' into a rep
But you get off de set.
Trustin' if you be Sovereign, get bits 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 down 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 amateurs you, I ain't got de time.

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

ROCK]
heh heh.
Yah, dese can't be serious!
Frost, are these serious, man?
better fuckin' reco'nize what time it is,
Before we clean clocks.
- yep.

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

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

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

Gabi doesn't to me.
if Shystie is on battlin' me
She's ready to see, R.O. is old
Like bullet-hole (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 the po sheets
Better up when 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.
You've got yourself to blame.
Tame your voice when you talk big (or my will)
I kill your little kids like pills -
So chill.

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

I'll clue you, hands behind my fat*ss
No lies, I won't close my eyes.
Turn aroun', when my back
In yer face, replaced.
Spit my lyrics in yer face 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 de rolls, twenty years old.
I still to bust wiv de chop hoss boss.
We - if accused, we just rush past.
Educated, but yep, I bank last!

ROCK]
See, I'm renegade. wid de R.O.C.,
Plus, we fully wid de nine milli
'Cos we hot and den a Harvard
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 - get twisted, 'cos I'm not Shy.
Give a bad look, get a hook in yer eye!

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Fat man dat scares like anthrax
Leave a boy lookin, zip is lips 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 up when I f*d yer girlfriend,
Double to double, when I de barrel,
R.O. it, so you won't be into lurin'

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

You wanna fuck wiv my side, fool