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 wanna checks me on dis?
Be like most dese kids who chuck
S*ck company 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 life 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 millimeter up.
it, 'caine.

If I get shifty, never eddy
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, walk forward in my boots
And I still ready to shoot, you proof?

we? Any time, I'm able.
Come on mate, I get signed!
More time, wanna ** leave me behind.
Tell me to put my name on de line.

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

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

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

CHORUS x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, P, eyes frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kills MCs
lure in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna 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 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 step to me, I won't it,
'Specially people 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,
Beef? Cos' no, just an argument
Words is jerkin' in de House of Parliament.

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

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

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

Rue the of sense.
yer ish-ing dat does dis.
Where yer car? harhar! A life

promotion 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... can get us dis?
- 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!
Sweet to fool yeh 'bout my greed.
Waltz it to where dem sleep,
Yah, now creep!

[SHY/SOV x2]
Yo, lissen up to and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they never we
Spittin' lyrics in your face, you keep up de pace
So you wanna fuck wiv our side, fool!

Ha! So, let's dese boys what time it is.
I'm you,
Dey don't know how us gurrls 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 fucked up wiv a taco, fool, 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 done - it.

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

I need a body bag, 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 still here, I moved out de window.

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

But if you had it, you still couldn't
You still couldn't write (nah) in beat to dis
So you get close enough to me to attack.
You take two steps forward, but steps back.

Cos' I'm separatin' mens day by day,
No self-esteem? Meditate and think of it,
Unless its how I'll 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 doin'
yeh! right! hah hah!

[SHY/SOV x2]
Yo, lissen up to and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and never stopped we
lyrics in your face, you can't keep up de pace
So you wanna 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 take down these birds. (nice)

Yo, I both of dese girls back
pick-up sexin', before de beef is on.
And your Dynamite
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 your hood-rats.

What you know about yer game
Up yer Nuffin.
crap at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!)

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

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

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

'Cos you had the boobs to steppin' a rep
But you get off de set.
if you be Lady Sovereign, get bits in de hedges.

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

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

CHORUS x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, frosty,
Dat Meda camp, MCs softly
Like lure in, we got shots foreign.
And you wanna fuck wiv my side, fool

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

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

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

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

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

- when de goes in
I used to shop work to get a fing.
For sure, I'm talkin', my clean.
Yo, my 'fro's clean, like the po sheets
Better listen up R.O. speaks.

So all of my are hurrrtin' you.
And yer broke down, 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 your when you talk big (or my shit will)
I kill your little kids like 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 don't wanna see me take it back to old -

I Frost P like 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 make it twenty-three (23!).

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

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

Yo, my --
I pity de fool who sell it
dresser, uh huh.

I be de in de middle
Wot about now (yo)
But can you do a

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Rose, stoppin'.
I called de rolls, twenty old.
I hopin' to bust wiv de chop hoss boss.
We stop - if accused, we rush past.
Educated, but yep, I still 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
Deres offa and a filly,
I fuckin chopped Pokemon, car kitty.

A people know Shystie 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 right in yer eye!

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Fat man dat pull like anthrax
Leave a boy lookin, zip is wit' 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,
Double to double, I doubled de barrel,
R.O. dubbed it, so you be into lurin'

Yeh dont wanna in my eye, fool!
My see people dat cry, fool!
Yeh'll see and white,
a black tie ball, so -

You don't wanna fuck wiv my side,