Luyện nghe bài hát The Problem Vs. The Hustla

Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to welcome y'all tonight
You all to witness one of the greatest battles
To go down in hip-hop
In corner, I'd like to introduce Cassidy, the Problem
And in that corner is Cassidy, the

Battlers to the center of the
I a nice clean battle I don't want you spittin'
None of that shit you was spittin', week, last month
I it off the top of the head

I don't want your man ad-libbing your
I don't want your man your shit
Touch let's go

I'm in the boy and I got the chrome boy
I'll blood gushing out your dome or your homeboy
I'm a threat see you of left me alone, boy
I'm real to the chromosome, you a boy

Chicks get bone I'm know for dome, boy
Probably got your baby mom in my phone, boy
And if I'm hittin' the click, up dick
Had your in the telly throwin' her 6 up

Yea we made her lick nuts hop on the 6 bus
After this is over, they gon try say was fixed up
They gon' be like he that's why he beated
been in wild battles and won I'm undefeated

The lines that I put in the streets
made freeway say, put on a beat
Only the prevail I know but a shell
Make him yell like when I perform hotel

it up, break it up
Battlers back to corner

Look kid I told you this shit wasn't gonna be
I you to get in there hit 'em
those punch lines, those metaphors

You gotta make your flow your delivery
You gotta sure all that's on point
Hurt his feelings, bite his off

Listen to this all that lip will get you and your man
I'm the man you a bitch in a man's
You a disgrace who wrote your Mase?
Your album nothing like the shit on the mix tapes

you was hustling bustin' them shells
Then you went to get a couple of sells
That's what you got a of sells
And you probably wouldn't of sold loads if for Kels

Well you was crazy man with the line flow
But now you the ladies man where the lines go
Yo it don't get no
You was chi-town stepping but ain't get no cheddar

If you a star I'm a galaxy
One verse'll merk all your nigga
You garbage and ain't nothing about me
I'M the hustler muthafucker ask about me, ask about me

Oh shit, break it up, break it up, back to corners
This the last round, I want y'all to both spit eight bars a
No more than eight

Cassidy, the I want you to go first
Then Cassidy the Hustla I you to go next
You Get in

I got on lock, like I'm constipated you will get abominated
I lyricist of the year but I was nominated
Where your strip at, you ain't nigga
That track would have been wack if it for jigga

I'm a man, chicks loving a nigga
But I'll still put a slug in a brat
Real I went gold but get money on the road
And I own a hundred of my publishing, nigga

Okay, okay, okay, it, that's it
Cassidy the hustler you
It's turn eight bars, let's go

You don't really want the drama
You'll take more shots in your face Madonna, nigga
You get ate I'm like Dahmer,
You don't you make songs for the chicks like Mashonda, nigga

The best is me I got stripes a referee
And coke in on boats like a refugee
You should switch flow your shit gold
When I drop I'ma more than your shit sold, nigga

That's it, that's it, it's over, over, we have a winner
The new freestyle champion of the world
Cassidy, the

Okay kid, what are you to do after this victory
I mean you know, keep getting money, keep hustling
Keep doing what I do and if you bastards me