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

Still bills I'm payin', still for mils I'm
In the meanwhile, I me and wait,
De ain't great,
better than the jobs 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 stay in de
Den dat police cruiser
"Ain't you the - ?"

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

ROCK]
Same issue, I move like a on jerk.
Steady, walk 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 ** leave me behind.
me to put my name on de dotted line.

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

I still represent 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 come to the man-ner.
grammar.

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

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

Yo, this is ...

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

I'm on it, boy-eh...Let's ...
Show dese guys what worth, big boy,
'Cos I know, see, I can ...
show dem.

A'right!

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

Come up de in de low power,
Remember de when you got slaughtered,
Beef? Cos' no, it's an argument
Words they is jerkin' in de of Parliament.

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

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

None a yer words can 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.
yer car? harhar! A domestic life

Devil of sickness (hwack)
An illness? Anyone is a witness.
Helpless - 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 it, I'm a treat -

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

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

Ha! So, let's show dese boys what it is.
I'm you,
Dey don't know about how us sspit, yeh.
Let's show dem how we it rill.
Let's show dem 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,
Cos' my swings get yeh in a state of distress.
And the lyrical Shakespeare doesn't ever
Doesn't spit a rattle man's chest

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

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

I need a bag, body back in a closed hearse.
Leff it in de church, can I really get
Cannot rilly know dat I jes silly caught, me
But I'm still here, cos' I 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 drop a lyric, is no top.

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

Cos' I'm daily separatin' day by day,
No self-esteem? Meditate and 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 how we's doin' all?
yeh! right! hah hah!

CHORUS x2]
Yo, up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and never stopped we
Spittin' lyrics in your face, you keep 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 pick-up sexin', de beef is on.
And your Dynamite
ain't botherin' 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 know markin' yer game
Up yer Nuffin.
Spittin at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!)

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

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

If that's the case, imagine when it skipped.
quick and exit. (huh huh)
And home it crept. 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.

Don't to 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 hear de way I flow, and you wish you could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

doesn't matter to me.
'Cos if Shystie is on me
She's to see, R.O. is old school
Like jeans (whew)

- de bullet goes in
I used to shop work to get a fing.
For sure, I'm talkin', my clean.
Yo, my 'fro's clean, just like the po
listen 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?
to cure you hos, I won't 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 like mornin'-after -
So chill.

When you walked in, I met ends, not happenin'.
I still strappin' my nine, I rappin' part time.
up, I take 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 the fucks izzat.

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

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

I'll clue you, tied behind my fat*ss
No lies, I even close my eyes.
Turn aroun', when my faced
In yer face, replaced.
my lyrics in yer face like mace.

Yo, my --
I pity de fool who 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 chop 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 fully stocked wid de nine
'Cos we hot and den a Harvard
Deres offa and a filly,
I fuckin Pokemon, car trunk kitty.

A lotta people know de renegade,
I glasses 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 lips Tampax!
Wit my accent, jack all de off de track.
Make a door sound like "Oh dear, Maxwell"

[ZUZ
-
Huffing and puffing and
And not on a to nuttin'.
I doubled up I f*d yer girlfriend,
to double, when 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 fuck wiv my side, fool