Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Starr - Battle

{*scratched: "what? you wanna me? "*}
{*scratched: "yo man, how much money you "*}
"what? you wanna battle me? "*}
{*scratched: "yo man, how money you got? "*}

I to guzzle 40's, and own a beat up caddy
Since the hood still love me, turn the heat up daddy
I went mackin fly honies on the train
To straight on the beach, countin money gettin brain
Soon as you rappers get a you wanna floss a lot
You buy a iced out because it cost a lot
Then you in the club, stylin with
Profilin hoes that we boned, a while ago
You rookies haven't done enough laps around the
You had one hot single, but then your sounds wack
Son you me with your war stories
You ain't even do that shit, so that's more stories
How you expect us to you seriously?
The in my eye punk, has got you scared of me
I'm blastin your sons, I'm snatchin funds
You a royal ass-whoopin, you've been askin for one

"i'm bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"*}
"what.. what? " "we thorough to the end"*}
"yo man.." "you the drill"
{*scratched: "i'm bout to slap rappers around and the game"*}
"what.. what? " "you wanna battle me? "*}
"yo man.." "how much you got? "

Bitch you don't even know, the half me
I bring it straight to your chest, ask your about me
I'm just a little bit older, plus a lot wiser
I might advise ya, or I pulverize ya
I can any city, get respect in the street
While you alone in your room, shook to of the streets
take a second to speak, I keep my weapon in reach
I ain't talkin romance but you'll get off your feet
I keeps a ghetto chick, that loves to and she peddle shit
Groupies fake moves, I get her to settle
You can't compare to the status here
Legendary worldwide, we can battle right
Listen junior, i'ma back your wig
This ain't tv but show you what a "fear factor" is
Stop grillin me, and all frontin is killin me
You leave me no choice but to hurt your g