Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Battle?

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

(Reefa)
battle me dribblin'
Gonna be laughin' at you you be ticklin'
While I be goin' u be tricklin'
Doze off like a dose of
And even though you be wit the flow you deliverin'
In a speaker bein' in
For ear to be listenin'
Keep head up for a dissin', I'm good like finger lickin',
Wanna test the and get yourself in a mess
While you a dress
be up in the press
Never for less
While you feelin', depressed with a stick in chest
So it on, and lay it down
And now you I get around
And you kickin' it
be the fella in the back puffin' under breath lickin' it

(Mizz Nina)
Get for the attack cos look who's back
Mizz Nina through with the crew and Too Phat
Have you ever a hot b-girl emcee.
I rhymes with mad style
Positions, baby
So please acknowledge the fact I'm the equal in this hip hop sequel
be judgin' on my physicals
I swallow you and your like small raisins
sober or under intense intoxication
What you facin' are nights of frustration
It's amazing how I always my rap blazin'
Hot like cajun, witness the assassination
It's evident, believe my hip hop
highness be with wisdom, touchin' upon the throne
Furious intensity bestowed upon my
Lyrical fitness, the impact like a
Keep your s***list and won't stop till I'm finished,

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

(Joe)
My dribblin' don't you
But you be depressed,
If I address your female
With my ticklin' too, and the freakin fools
Swing my diggity dingaling from too Timbuktu
And got me impromptu freestylin' spits blow you to
Turn fans into my fanatics
Jizzow addicts we'z a force to be reckoned
Now you know
I can pull it off
But then again I could be droppin
bpm

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

(Sam)
Feel ma' heat when I'm alone
Couldn't me asleep gotta sleep till dawn
Shall I stick with me
Might get rid of the so I sit on
My seat I slip or get prick on my feet makes me sick
As I out the street, got a tip for the treat
Better hit down the beat start to lead on song
Couldn't me home
up the wind blow
Get in the car and up the window lookin' in far and
Ya'll better be holler me for battle as I against the devil
Friends the past
Enemy who dares to stop on my chest go
Be my