Luyện nghe bài hát Brizz Rawsteen vs. Mr. Wavy

[Round 1: Mr.
It took him a while to accept battle, ain't no applaud for him
Those of y'all watchin' at home, when the Lord callin'
The irony, y'all had to an online purchase
Well, now y'all 'bout to see I got in store for him
Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen" for?
I'll cut Brizz, serve Rawsteen raw
This a
Any nigga get in my way become a
fact, let's bring that picture to life: virtual reality
I'm on his heels, like a be
me
Got me workin' around all of these scrubs: Anatomy
lit for him!
I'm the fire the gasoline
Line him up, I right through him, like the bladder clean
things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too long: the magazine!
15 on his head, let the ratchet scream
Eyes squinted the Japanese
it! I could do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's!
I said, Trez hit, now you the in the faculty
be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was after me"
Man up!
It's war We movin' rapidly
But I'll grab that shotgun
up the 12...shit look like the remote need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at This gon' be what it have to be
It's a
Arm off the waist, now the free
Watch him get served over the 'Net: Agassi!
You gah-bage!
You barely fuckin' average
It's hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin' savage
Nigga as dangerous as a couple laughin'...
Look at your fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your moms was a
pops nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't know his name
We know his fuckin' status!
My gloves off! yo' passion!
You wanna box, but line directed at you
punches gon' be Everlastin'!
I'm the action!
I'll the four off the waist...
broke: shit lookin' like I got Raw by mistake!
(What!? What!?)
I ain't naïve! Volume 3, I'm the shits
Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all make me
Scared of Brizz? Y'all takin'
Whoever says me chicken gotta be an Asian dish
I made the
Don't believe in the God: I'm an
Machete Well, copy that, like a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll make a
I ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I gotta take a wrist(risk)
But tough?
I never get star-struck by y'all
Dirty niggas, just come outside, even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast anyone that y'all dial up
Child,
He on a Volume before? That's why y'all fooled
food
I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of small rooms
Play me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You been seasoned, correct? Sound like my is a meal
If Raw food around, cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's just a matter of time 'til hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you ain't support brother
You was missin'!
Ave battled Shine, you support your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc battled Stay, you packed bags!
You was trippin'!
It's always one nigga out of the that fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Bobby in New Edition!
You only battle top 'cause you got a top name stampin' him
Who ampin'
I guess Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the People's Champion
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me battlin' a
I go, I hold my weight and my nuts, boy!
Your big homie don't love you
That nigga love
You Tay Roc boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs him
take his bottom half off and say, "Keep steppin'"
Each weapon, hit his gut, open him up: shit a C-section!
him!
Keep
I'll cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section!
Another nigga they gon' in to try to take my crown
No, you'se a du-rag - they brought you to try to hold Wav' (wave) down
That's 1
You know I to chalk him out
I'll look him in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

1: Brizz Rawsteen]
Thought I was for a minute...
But I was back, makin' my bread
called me with Mike...I loaded up cases of lead
He called me and back out, like, "Bro, I wasn't in the head
I know I called you out every battle, I wasn't takin' my meds
That ain't what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, Wavy instead..."
I responded, shakin' my head
Like, "He get every battle, so I guess I gotta wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
see, you need the hype
And this a battle I don't need or
They give a championship match to a nigga who even fight!
For beatin' you, bitch, I won't even receive nostripes!
only here to see yo' faggot ass go..."He nonice!"
What man you know go, "He nonice"
Turn his to the side and say, "Me nolike!?"
the finger-wave!
Bitch nigga, probably finger waves!
Matter fact, yo' faggot ass will probably go let nigga's finger wave!
most ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I they bitches!
hold the biscuit!
I'll let it in your FACE, 'til you get motion sickness!
The TEC and the bread!? Well, that's in bed
I'll him sleepin', and pop up wit' the toast for bitches
I'll have him like Twork - it gets so specific

Roc]

(*Brizz laughs at Tay Roc's ad-lib, which causes a few members to laugh as well*)

I'll have him lookin' Twork - it gets so specific
You'll a Bald Head through the hood...and another ring through the nose, my nigga!
the Sting, bitch!
This Mr. "Pants So Tight, the Rip"
Every I see Wavy, I'm sea-sick
I see (seafood), I'll let a shell peel off: I steam shrimp
Wavy get murked, face on a screen-print
these shots in the face, no, he not finna play no defense
When you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous,
'Cause you the type nigga that's good in certain cases
I'll yo' fuckin' neck in 30 places
You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is and it burst the pavement
You Mike's replacement
Smack feel you was worth the payment
You a bird that's
How much worse it make it, you named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
the dumb shit!
He talk about the gun clips and how the guns fit
But real Brooklyn niggas said you was on no gun shit
Check-scam nigga, but in the streets, never done
And this the lane he chosen, so I'm
Before battle rap and Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was Joseph
Yeah, what, y'all know?
Before Mr. Wavy, they the bitch was gay
We know about him: he was Mr. Maybe
These all pretend
Tonight, it all end
I'll his jaw for him
The knife breakin' off in him
You'll see it stickin' out of (wave) like a dolphin fin!
And then...the do a dolphin flip!
I they all could swim
I heads: it's gon' look like a SHARK bit him!
When the get him, and raise up right across the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to Smack and this horrible
I gotta pull a nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a nigga
(*pop*) A nick ya
You'll have to take a knee Kaepernick
Or wit' a cane like a Kappa nigga!
I'll put your face through the wall: Casper niggas!
They let Raw in
Big guns, I got 'em all in
All you may see is (Macy's) American Eagles by
I got a in here!
Long spear, stabbed in your face the jaw tear!
have pieces of it all over the couch like dog hairs
Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: they pallbearers
I'll put that on the floor on all fours, and tell her, "Crawl here!"
Aw, yeah!
Joseph, I don't give a if you care or not
Tell Joe I got a Cuban link that'll tear a
And put a scar on his face like Cuban Link from Terror
I swear to God, the .40 put a in a bitch face, very wide
1-0, bitch!
go, nigga, 1-0
Your

[Round 2: Mr.
Hold on...let's to him...
Don't Brizz look like one of those badass kids that was nobody's favorite
They tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then the Sega now
wrong wit'chu?
It's to take a picture, you doin' weird shit when you take a smile
What's wit'chu?
Now you let yo' spray...
Skully er'ry battle, lookin' like the crackhead The PJs
nigga...
But you be talkin' like you a G in the hood - who said
You the type we see in the hood, we throwin' at
niggas be tough to y'all
Shit pop off, run prob'ly
Lame niggas get a little fame and views, then think they
Brizz Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, that"
Nigga, if it's one option, I'm
I like my way!
That four-fif', .50-cal', Eag' - I can't make up my mind!
They got the
I'm fightin' devices like Black Friday!
It's different
Ain't no here, it's crystal-clear
I get the drop, I'm at his spot like, "Yeah, we got a here..."
my niggas, "Snapchat message"
I want all y'all to clear
'Cause we gon' open it, what's in it, then disappear
Real shit, I'm immature
Try to run out the crib, gon' find you in the morgue
Think tickets to a event, how I split him wit' the four
waitin' online, if you could get him ('em) at the door!
Y'all want more!? The curl like a shrimp on it
give this niggas rounds!
Ain't you about
Salmon, shrimp, they to feed this nigga now
But don't you buy seafood, you gotta weigh it by the POUND?!

[Mr.
Niggas said you was wit' that raw tape
See, I was in the
had my niggas goin' stupid...
No, authentic is Brizz gettin' whipped
And we see Raw taped, we ain't bumpin' this nigga music
situation, don't call shit
We just need for the body: this a mall trip
I been a lot of "2-1 Brizz"
cool - let me explore shit
This hand to one (2-1) nigga - now his jaw hit
Let dawg trip, big-ass - fuck you call this?
slice
I was tryna leave his neck missin' Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd rather a