Luyện nghe bài hát The Battle

P!
-Zuz.
-SOV, Sovereign.
-Shystie!

Yo, starts.
First the son, Zuz Rock.
Den, I do. Yo.

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See anybody wanna checks me on
Be like most dese kids who shit
record company head.
Frost P, I it, nuh-uh.

Still bills I'm payin', still for mils I'm
In the meanwhile, I me and wait,
De ain't great,
But's better the jobs from state,
For makin' it, mate, a Q and A.

Still wit de mind of a needle
A in the cheater,
Draw a nine up.
it, 'caine.

If I get shifty, never reven'
Ain't life, but I in de game
Den dat cruiser say:
"Ain't you the - ?"

my brain to the game
But I let you de whistle (tweet)

ROCK]
Same issue, I move like a on jerk.
Steady, walk forward in my Timberland
And I still ready to shoot, you proof?

we? Any time, I'm able.
Come on mate, I get signed!
More time, still wanna ** me behind.
Tell me to put my name on de line.

Ya find, ye ** contracts to de street
around, will you?
In the last two weeks, too weak.

I represent Hays Town.
Though it's my proximity, my boy down.
Murder mans, like a fuckin
Quit runnin' in de bank, til yer down.

to the manner, got a place in the manor
Like a .38, come back to the man-ner.
grammar.

Use your bank, big de clamps.
You me equals my car trunk.

CHORUS x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, frosty,
Dat Meda camp, MCs softly
Like lure in, we got from foreign.
And you don't wanna fuck wiv my side,

Yo, this is ...

Yeh, SOV, Sovereign, I'm wid Shystie.
take dese boys out, yah?

I'm on it, boy-eh...Let's ...
Show dese guys what worth, big boy,
I know, see, I can spit ...
Let's dem.

A'right!

Yo, suttin, I got one bad habit,
When those streets step to me, I have it,
'Specially people you and you an ...
Dat's okay, now when I come

Come up de in de low power,
Remember de time you got slaughtered,
Beef? Cos' no, it's just an
Words they is in de House of Parliament.

Wid out de words, wid out de
Little boys on de kerb.
People, lift dem up dey get hurt.
But their rate stop (beeep)
When have just learned

Dat I'm de flow
Leave yer in high-low
Like de of a polo, push
Can't his height when I'm so low,
Yah, yeh know, so -

a yer words can hurt me, fool.
None a yer combats fuck, fool.
Nuffin' you say can me, fool.
I bad, pity for you.

Rue the of sense.
That's yer ish-ing dat dis.
Where yer harhar! A domestic life

Devil promotion of (hwack)
An illness? listenin' is a witness.
Helpless lady - I written dis.
Let's get on wid de busi-ness.
S.O.V. dot, dot... can get us dis?
- No.

Hup-two-three-four, I'm to war,
To win - I the runner-up sore. (ow!)
I'm raw, uncut meat,
why I'm in de hole,
Dat why I it, I'm a treat -

I'm deep. But my looks sweet!
enough to fool yeh 'bout my greed.
Waltz it to dem don't sleep,
Yah, now creep!

CHORUS x2]
Yo, up to Sovereign and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and never stopped we
Spittin' lyrics in your face, you keep up de pace
So you don't wanna wiv our side, fool!

Ha! So, show dese boys what time it is.
I'm you,
Dey don't know about how us sspit, yeh.
show dem how we keep it rill.
Let's show dem de deal is.
Let's show dem what it is.

Shystie! go!

Oi! 'ey, up,
Don't get up wiv a taco, fool, durin' PMS,
Cos' my mood get yeh in a state of distress.
And the lyrical doesn't ever test
Doesn't spit about a man's chest

Accordings to angles, if dere was a circle
Yeh! - play, boy, but I my swivin' hurt you.
I take you for a joke, so you get at (haha)
Yer a basic MC, boy. I'm - past it.

Cos' my sample is in de silence,
Leaving, yeh need stabilizing.
Yeh wanted to better me like an idiot.
But I'll show everyone (sure!) here dat yerr not yet.

I need a body bag, back in a closed hearse.
it in de church, can I really get worse?
Cannot rilly know dat I jes caught, seen me
But I'm still here, I moved out de window.

to make havoc - spit til I choke.
How could ever better me for a joke.
See de on de body clock, sh*t don't stop.
If you come and drop a lyric, there is no top.

But if you had it, you couldn't rhyme
You still write (nah) in beat to dis time
So you get close enough to me to attack.
You take two steps forward, but steps back.

I'm daily separatin' mens day by day,
No self-esteem? and don't think of it,
Unless its how make you lose your confidence.
Even how you spittin on dis track is lan'.

ish -
you. can't. spit. and. it's. better. dat. you. quit.
leave. it. to Shystie. that. spits. hot toxic.

but - you member how we's all?
yeh! right! hah hah!

CHORUS x2]
Yo, lissen up to and me, Shystie!
The Meda camp's deep, and they never we
Spittin' lyrics in your face, you keep up de pace
So you don't fuck wiv our side, fool!

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Yo! is it! heh hah haa!
The kickin' off now! (s'fun now)
P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U!
Let's take down these birds. (nice)

Yo, I used both of dese back
Like pick-up sexin', before de is on.
And your Miss
Impressions botherin' no one.
So for naught. Get yer own slogan!

Take that! of fact, get off de track.
I'm too classy to go
Wiv average hood-rats.

What you about markin' yer game
Up yer Nuffin.
Spittin at yer sympathizers. (nuffin!)

Treat yeh frauds like
- "Give 'em a break!"
Cos' yer and fake,
Cos' yer to hate.

Dey wanna like us!! (I know)
But featherweight,
And I'm a heavyweight.
MCs like ready-break.

If that's the case, imagine when it skipped.
Slap and exit. (huh huh)
And it crept. Must be men!

'Cos you had the boobs to steppin' a rep
But you get off de set.
Trustin' if you be Lady Sovereign, get in de hedges.

Don't to get me in da stakes.
Even wif Gab's compressor, ya still lesser.
So get it twisted, girls - you aint better.

Man, I down your whole 'hood wiv my full wood.
You de way I flow, and you rilly wish you could.

Never dat! Too rhymes, too many lines.
For the like you, I ain't got de time.

CHORUS x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, frosty,
Dat Meda camp, MCs softly
Like in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna wiv my side, fool

[ZUZ
heh heh.
Yah, gurls can't be serious!
Frost, are these gurls serious,
They better fuckin' reco'nize what it is,
Before we their clocks.
- yep.

I spit rhymes, stars
den yours, times ten.
I rhyme couple time, I you in line,
You could take Zuz for a spin.

this isn't nevah-nevah
I'm dan evah.
My vendetta is simply
Write wiv no pen, no paper.

Hate-ers prosper. (yep)
So get lost like down a sofa.

doesn't matter to me.
'Cos if is on battlin' me
ready to see, R.O. is old school
Like jeans (whew)

- when de goes in
I to shop work to get a gold fing.
For sure, I'm talkin', my clean.
Yo, my 'fro's clean, like the po sheets
listen up when R.O. speaks.

So all of my are hurrrtin' you.
And yer broke down, sound dudes.
Why not you got a better fing to do?
Easy to cure you hos, I lose. ZU-ZU!

In the MC game, I put a MC to shame.
only got yourself to blame.
Tame voice when you talk big (or my shit will)
I kill your kids like mornin'-after pills -
So chill.

When you walked in, I met ends, not happenin'.
I strappin' my nine, I still rappin' part time.
Lemme up, I take ye de hallways.
Ye wanna see me take it back to old days -

I favored P like a maniac. (he's great)
'Cos I'm back, I you where the fucks izzat.

I'm one of a kind, win de war wiv me?
twenty-two (22.) MCs,
Dem wanna make it (23!).

[FROST/ZUZ x2]
Lissen up - Zuz, Frost P, frosty,
Dat Meda camp, kills MCs
Like in, we got shots from foreign.
And you don't wanna wiv my side, fool

I'll you, hands tied behind my fat*ss
No lies, I won't close my eyes.
Turn aroun', when my faced
In yer face, replaced.
my lyrics in yer face like mace.

Yo, my --
I pity de fool who sell it
dresser, uh huh.

I be de in de middle
Wot about now (yo)
But can you do a

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Rose, stoppin'.
I called de rolls, years old.
I still to bust wiv de chop hoss boss.
We - if accused, we just rush past.
Educated, but yep, I bank last!

ROCK]
See, I'm renegade. wid de R.O.C.,
Plus, we fully stocked wid de nine
'Cos we hot and den it's a
Deres offa and a filly,
I chopped Pokemon, car trunk kitty.

A lotta people Shystie de renegade,
I keep by de bottle, but I stock lemonade.
So - don't get twisted, I'm not Shy.
a bad look, get a right hook in yer eye!

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Fat man dat pull scares anthrax
Leave a boy lookin, zip is lips Tampax!
Wit my accent, all de lime off de track.
a used door sound like "Oh dear, Maxwell"

[ZUZ
-
Huffing and puffing and
And not on a to nuttin'.
I up when I f*d yer girlfriend,
Double to double, when I de barrel,
R.O. dubbed it, so you won't be into

Yeh wanna look in my eye, fool!
My see people dat cry, fool!
Yeh'll see and white,
Like a tie ball, so -

You don't wanna wiv my side, fool