Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Battle?

(Malique)
Remember back in the when it was all about the simplest rhymes
Way before Malique be the the wickedest flows and ticklish lines
But hey it's a little bit changed now, it's getting more now
I'm feelin' the pain and sick of the games and sick of the flirty dames now
I'm sick of kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mista
I'm sick of them people that advantage now is you diggin' the picture
Slick with the raps I'm bringing, I'm killin' any cats in Sing
Your cat wanna battle me? Bring him in the ring
And see this killa be him

(Reefa)
Wanna battle me
be laughin' at you like you be ticklin'
While I be goin' u be tricklin'
off like a dose of penicillin
And even though you be figurin wit the flow you
In a bose speaker in
For ear to be listenin'
Keep your head up for a dissin', I'm good like lickin',
Wanna the best and get yourself in a mess
you kickin' a dress
I'll be up in the
Never settle for
While you feelin', depressed with a in your chest
So it on, and lay it down
And now you know I get
And while you it
I'll be the in the back puffin' under breath lickin' it

(Mizz Nina)
Get for the attack cos look who's back
Mizz Nina comin' through with the and Too Phat
Have you ever seen a hot emcee.
I bust rhymes with mad
Positions, freeze
So please acknowledge the fact that I'm the equal in this hip hop
Don't be on my physicals
I swallow you and your like small raisins
Whether sober or under intoxication
you facin' are nights full of frustration
It's amazing how I always my rap blazin'
Hot like cajun, witness the chicks
It's evident, my hip hop dedication
This highness be with wisdom, touchin' upon the
Furious bestowed upon my microphone
Lyrical fitness, the impact like a
Keep your s***list and won't stop I'm finished, what?

(Noreen)
Your style feminine
Sickin' you spittin em
No more fans be em
I be the one who addictin' em
Sugar make you like I'm lemon gin
Grillin' any man I'm Eminem
Who's that chump? Bring em in
stomp on him wit' ma Timbalands
Y'all know I ain't no fairy yo, some might think I' a ho
Mind full of war scenarios, remain imperial

(Joe)
My dribblin' don't you
But you be depressed,
If I address female siblin'
With my too, and the figidy freakin fools
Swing my diggity dingaling Petaling too Timbuktu
And got me freestylin' spits blow you to bits
Turn your fans my fanatics
Jizzow addicts we'z a to be reckoned with
Now don't you
I can it off slow
But then I could be droppin jams
bpm

(Saint)
No time to be silent , it's time to get violent
Cause you here I come with the bomb and it's pumpin'
So beware don't sit down and just stare
Pump it up in the air when you know we are
Get it up and down comin' to you straight the underground
Buck buck pow it's the sound of the streets of my hood
And it's me frown
Steadily standin' me, feelin' me, backin' me, it on to the top
Better just makin it real so you can feel the beat make you drop
Get groove on, put your strap on
Don't me waiting too long
Cause I'm a it off

(Sam)
Feel ma' heat I'm home alone
Couldn't keep me asleep gotta till dawn
Shall I with me click
get rid of the heat so I sit on
My seat 'fore I slip or get prick on my makes me sick
As I peeped out the street, got a tip for the
Better hit down the start to lead on this song
keep me home
Close up the wind
Get in the car and close up the lookin' in far and
Ya'll better be holler me for battle as I rebel the devil
form the past
Enemy who dares to stop on my go ahead
Be my