Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Battle?

(Malique)
Remember in the time when it was all about the simplest rhymes
Way before Malique be kickin' the the wickedest and ticklish lines
But hey it's a little bit now, it's getting more strange now
I'm feelin' the pain and sick of the dirty games and 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 takin' advantage now is you diggin' the picture
Slick with the raps I'm bringing, I'm any cats in Sing Sing
Your cat wanna battle me? Bring him in the 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 figurin wit the you deliverin'
In a speaker bein' in
For this ear to be
Keep your head up for a dissin', I'm like finger lickin',
Wanna test the best and get in a mess
While you a dress
I'll be up in the
settle for less
While you feelin', depressed with a stick in your
So bring it on, and lay it
And now you know I get
And you kickin' it
I'll be the fella in the back 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 seen a hot b-girl emcee.
I bust with mad style
Positions, baby
So please acknowledge the fact that I'm the equal in hip hop sequel
Don't be on my physicals
I swallow you and your crew like small
sober or under intense intoxication
What you facin' are nights full of
It's amazing how I keep my rap blazin'
Hot like cajun, the chicks assassination
It's evident, believe my hip hop
This be with wisdom, touchin' upon the throne
Furious intensity upon my microphone
fitness, the impact like a hitlist
Keep your and won't stop till I'm finished, what?

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

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

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

(Sam)
Feel ma' heat when I'm alone
keep me asleep gotta sleep till dawn
Shall I stick me click
get rid of the heat so I sit on
My seat 'fore I slip or get prick on my feet makes me
As I peeped out the street, got a tip for the
Better hit the beat start to lead on this song
keep me home
Close up the blow
Get in the car and close up the window in far and
Ya'll be holler me for battle as I rebel against the devil
Friends the past
Enemy who dares to on my chest go ahead
Be my