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 and ticklish lines
But hey it's a little bit changed now, getting more strange now
I'm feelin' the and sick of the dirty games and sick of the flirty dames now
I'm of them kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mista
I'm sick of them people that takin' advantage now is you diggin' the
with the raps I'm bringing, I'm killin' any cats in Sing Sing
Your cat wanna battle me? him in the ring ring
And see this be sting him

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

(Mizz Nina)
Get ready for the attack cos who's back
Mizz Nina comin' through with the and Too Phat
Have you ever a hot b-girl emcee.
I bust with mad style
Positions, baby
So please the fact that I'm the equal in this hip hop sequel
Don't be on my physicals
I swallow you and your like small raisins
Whether sober or under intense
What you facin' are full of frustration
It's amazing how I always keep my rap
Hot like cajun, witness the assassination
evident, believe my hip hop dedication
This highness be wisdom, touchin' upon the throne
Furious bestowed upon my microphone
fitness, the impact like a hitlist
Keep s***list and won't stop till I'm finished, what?

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

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

(Saint)
No more time to be silent , it's time to get
Cause you know I come with the bomb and it's pumpin'
So best 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 from the
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 makin it real so you can the beat don't make you drop
Get your groove on, put strap on
Don't keep me too long
Cause I'm a it off

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