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

If I get shifty, reven' eddy
Ain't life, but I in de game
Den dat cruiser say:
"Ain't you the - ?"

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

ROCK]
Same issue, I like a video on jerk.
Steady, forward in my Timberland boots
And I still ready to shoot, you 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
around, will you?
In the last two weeks, too weak.

I still Hays 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 back to the man-ner.
grammar.

Use bank, big like 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, is Shystie ...

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,
When those streets step to me, I 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 just an
they is jerkin' in de House of Parliament.

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

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

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

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

Devil promotion of (hwack)
An Anyone listenin' is a witness.
Helpless - I never written dis.
get on wid de quick busi-ness.
S.O.V. dot, dot... can get us dis?
- No.

Hup-two-three-four, I'm to war,
To win - I leave the sore. (ow!)
I'm raw, like meat,
why I'm in de hole,
Dat why I it, I'm a treat -

I'm deep. But my looks sweet!
Sweet enough to fool yeh 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 wanna wiv our side, fool!

Ha! So, let's show dese boys what it is.
I'm you,
Dey don't about how us gurrls sspit, yeh.
show dem how we keep it rill.
Let's dem what 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 mood swings get yeh in a of distress.
And the lyrical Shakespeare ever test
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.

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

I need a bag, body back in a closed hearse.
it in de church, can I really get worse?
Cannot rilly know dat I jes caught, seen me
But I'm still here, cos' I out de window.

Goin' to havoc - spit til I choke.
How could anyone ever me for a joke.
See de on de body clock, sh*t don't stop.
If you come and drop a lyric, there is no top.

But if you had it, you still couldn't
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 mens 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 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 doin' all?
yeh! right! hah hah!

[SHY/SOV x2]
Yo, lissen up to and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they 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 kickin' off now! (s'fun now)
Frost P! Grove N17. Z-U!
Let's take down 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!

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

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

Treat yeh frauds Kit-Kat
- "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, when it gets skipped.
Slap and exit. (huh huh)
And it crept. Must be men!

'Cos you had the 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, girls - you better.

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

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

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

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

I spit rhymes, stars
Better den yours, 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
lyrics wiv no pen, no paper.

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

doesn't matter to me.
'Cos if is on battlin' me
She's ready to see, R.O. is old
Like bullet-hole (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, like the po sheets
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?
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 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 strappin' my nine, I still rappin' part time.
Lemme up, I ye back de hallways.
Ye don't wanna see me it back to old days -

I favored P like a maniac. (he's great)
I'm back, I show 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, kills MCs
Like in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna fuck wiv my side,

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

Yo, my --
I pity de who will 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, years old.
I still hopin' to bust wiv de hoss boss.
We - if accused, we just rush past.
Educated, but yep, I still last!

[ZUZ
See, I'm renegade. wid de R.O.C.,
Plus, we fully wid de nine milli
'Cos we hot and den it's a
Deres banned and a filly,
I chopped Pokemon, car trunk kitty.

A lotta people know 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 right in yer eye!

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

ROCK]
-
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 wanna look in my eye, fool!
My see people dat cry, fool!
Yeh'll see and white,
Like a tie ball, so -

You don't wanna fuck wiv my side,