Luyện nghe bài hát The Problem Vs. The Hustla

Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to y'all here tonight
You all about to one of the greatest battles
To go down in hip-hop
In corner, I'd like to introduce Cassidy, the Problem
And in corner is Cassidy, the Hustla

Battlers to the of the ring
I want a clean battle I don't want you spittin'
None of that shit you was spittin', last week, last
I it off the top of the head

I don't want your man your shit
I want your man ad-libbing your shit
Touch mics go

I'm in the boy and I got the chrome boy
I'll have gushing out your dome or your homeboy
I'm a see you should of left me alone, boy
I'm to the chromosome, you a clone boy

get bone I'm know for getting dome, boy
Probably got baby mom number in my phone, boy
And if I'm hittin' the click, up dick
Had your bitch in the throwin' her 6 up

Yea we her lick nuts then hop on the 6 bus
After this is over, they gon try say was fixed up
They be like he cheated that's why he beated
I've been in battles and won I'm undefeated

The punch lines I put in the streets
made freeway say, put on a beat
Only the strong prevail I know but a
Make him yell like hoes I perform hotel

Break it up, it up
Battlers back to your

Look kid I told you this wasn't gonna be easy
I you to get in there hit 'em
With punch lines, those metaphors

You gotta make sure your flow your
You gotta make all that's on point
Hurt his feelings, bite his off

Listen to all that lip will get you and your man bodied
I'm the man you a bitch in a body
You a disgrace who wrote your shit?
Your wasn't nothing like the shit on the mix tapes

First you was hustling bustin' them
Then you went to get a couple of sells
That's what you got a of sells
And you probably wouldn't of sold if wasn't for Kels

Well you was man with the punch line flow
But now you the man where the punch lines go
Yo it get no better
You was smiling chi-town stepping but ain't get no

If you a star I'm a nigga
One verse'll merk all your nigga
You garbage and ain't nothing about me
I'M the muthafucker ask about me, ask about me pussy

Oh shit, it up, break it up, back to your corners
This the last round, I want y'all to spit eight bars a piece
No more than eight

Cassidy, the I want you to go first
Then the Hustla I want you to go next
You Get in

I got shit on lock, like I'm constipated you will get
I ain't of the year but I was nominated
Where strip at, you ain't hustling nigga
That track would have been if it wasn't for jigga

I'm a man, chicks loving a nigga
But I'll still put a slug in a brat
Real funny I gold but get money on the road
And I own a percent of my publishing, nigga

Okay, okay, okay, it, that's it
the hustler you ready?
It's your eight bars, let's go

You don't really the drama nigga
You'll take shots in your face then Madonna, nigga
You get ate I'm like Dahmer,
You don't battle you make songs for the chicks Mashonda, nigga

The best is me I got stripes a referee
And comin' in on boats like a refugee
You should switch nigga your shit gold
When I drop I'ma shit more your shit sold, nigga

That's it, that's it, it's over, it's over, we a winner
The new heavyweight freestyle champion of the
Cassidy, the

Okay kid, what are you planning to do this victory
I you know, I'ma keep getting money, keep hustling
Keep doing what I do and if you bastards me