Luyện nghe bài hát NYC Street Corner Battle

[thug] I told you this guy man
Yo man, yo B, this is my block, get the fuck off

Shut the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green card in your fuckin
You any means to make fuckin money

[thug] What? What the fuck you talkin mayn?

You fuckin stupid, plantella Adidas motherfucker
[thug] Saturday Night Live, Travolta ass motherfucker
[Keith] Suck my
You fuckin spaghetti and meatball eatin motherfucker
[Keith] You don't any fuckin knowledge
[thug] Fuck you man, man, suck my dick man
Little Italy ay, you don't know about the.. real estate man
[thug] Fuck you man, what the fuck you do mayn?
You wanna do somethin mayn? You wanna do somethin mayn?
[thug] Take this mayn take this mayn {*POP*}
[thug] Take this mayn {*POP POP*} now!

[Tim
we go with some new shit, fuck the bullshit
Bronx niggaz rule shit, cause we pull quick, what?
back up, you know whassup
Put two in your gut, POP POP what, now 'em up
Mad niggaz wanna this, murderous status
I'm known as the motherfuckin rhymin
The fattest, MC of the era, cause
Could niggaz fuck with this? Never, but
Many try to apprehend, they can't comprehend
Cause they step to me they don't win
I bend, MC's who fake the funk
Leavin wack rappers in the of my truck
Then eat some rat and I drink some ammonia
Came out bein gastric felonious
serial killer, that you know, as
Fuck with Dog and get slammed like a sumo
"Waitin to Exhale" like Whitney, you get wit me
I see that nigga from Uptown, who bit me
Bitin, never writin, that's not
I'm invitin, all y'all suckers who like
So come on, BRING IT ON, bring your
No it's not rainin but you still gettin
Smash your ass like a Savage, I'm Randy
Niggaz don't want no cause I keep the tec handy
you from your head to your toe
You have so many holes in your shit it spells act you know

female MC]
Well I thought you motherfuckers..
Now take a while I reveal myself into the industry
By smokin lyrical teacher provokin MC
the way for me, unique, delete the weak
As I defeat the to be sweet, by keepin it street
poet and I don't got to have them tactics to turn fake rappers
and crack addicts, tell the weak hit my bomb shit
Ooooh! Damn, no or contest, the impossible
I stand on top of them, no about it, I'm unstoppable
Got a train of focus, e'ry I smoke this
Cannabis is nice, six I'm causin a
You can't fuck with us, known for it true
Not fakin the funk like bustaz, so what you do?
I address, I'm better than
Mo' potent stress, now try to test, nigga!

Keith]
Yeah fuck y'all motherfuckers who need whole album
to you got skills, suck this

I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, move wagons
My style Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into the +Dragon+
My bald super sharp, I walk like Telly Savales
Niggaz on a tightrope, they style is off
Hyper mental like Larry on the instrumental
Rappers actin poodle, but I'ma the kennel
No threats; don't on me you slept on Bernard Goetz
With a twist, your projects heard of this
My unique style retarded, kids the piss
With hand I cut your rectum out with razor blades
Emergency please, gorillas bleedin they knees
My style - AOWWWWWWWWWW!
I howl on your elevator, open door, see you late
I drop sticks of dynamite, your mailbox
Don't look for guns, I some crackheads for yo' glocks
Your berback(?), lion tiger asscrack
No need to worry low prices me Crazy Eddie
I put the head to sleep and send that to Betty
I'm outtie.. thousand eight