Luyện nghe bài hát Brizz Rawsteen vs. Mr. Wavy

[Round 1: Mr.
It him a while to accept this battle, ain't no applaud for him
Those of y'all at home, this when the Lord callin'
The irony, y'all had to an online purchase
Well, now y'all to see what I got in store for him
Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen" for?
I'll cut Brizz, then serve raw
This a
Any nigga get in my way a casualty
Matter fact, let's bring picture to life: virtual reality
I'm on his heels, a shadow be
me
Got me around all of these scrubs: Grey's Anatomy
lit for him!
I'm the fire hittin' the
Line him up, I send right through him, the bladder clean
things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too grab the magazine!
Drop 15 on his head, let the ratchet
Eyes like the Japanese
Fuck it! I do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's!
I said, Trez hit, now you the in the faculty
Don't be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy was after me"
Man up!
war time? We movin' rapidly
But I'll grab shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at This gon' be what it have to be
a strategy
Arm off the waist, now the ladder
Watch him get served the 'Net: Andre Agassi!
You gah-bage!
You barely above fuckin'
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this savage
'bout as dangerous as a couple laughin'...
Look at fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your moms was a
pops nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't even his name
We don't know his status!
My off! Fuck yo' passion!
You wanna box, but each line at you
These gon' be Everlastin'!
I'm the action!
grip the four off the waist...
Condom broke: lookin' like I got Raw by mistake!
(What!? What!?)
I ain't naïve! Volume 3, I'm the shits
Since P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all me sick
Scared of Brizz? Y'all hits
Whoever says me chicken gotta be an Asian dish
I made the
Don't believe in the I'm an atheist
Machete Well, copy that, like a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll a wish
I ain't ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I gotta a wrist(risk)
But tough?
I never get star-struck by y'all
Dirty niggas, come outside, don't even wash up
Bar for bar, I could wit' 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 these rooms
wit' me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You been seasoned, correct? like my mission is a meal
If Raw food around, cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's a matter of time 'til somethin' hit the grill!
I Chef, you ain't support your 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 out of the group that fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Bobby in New Edition!
You only top names 'cause you got a top name stampin' him
Who ampin'
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the Champion
But you suck, boy!
got me battlin' a fuckboy
Everywhere I go, I hold my and my nuts, boy!
big homie don't even love you
That love Troy
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: this a C-section!
him!
Keep
I'll keep Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section!
Another they gon' bring in to try to take my crown
No, you'se a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave)
That's 1
You know I to chalk him out
look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

[Round 1: Rawsteen]
Thought I was for a minute...
But I was back, makin' my bread
They called me with Mike...I loaded up cases of
He called me and out, like, "Bro, I wasn't straight in the head
I know I called you out every battle, bu-but I takin' my meds
That really what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley me in a text, "Please, take 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,
'Cause see, you the hype
And a battle I don't need or like
give a championship match to a nigga who don't even fight!
For beatin' you, lil' bitch, I won't even nostripes!
They only here to see yo' 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 some nigga's wave!
most ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I know bitches!
hold the biscuit!
I'll let it WAVE in FACE, 'til you get motion sickness!
The TEC and the bread!? Well, breakfast in bed
I'll catch him sleepin', and pop up the toast for bitches
I'll have him lookin' like - it gets so specific

[Tay

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

I'll him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific
catch 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 time I see Wavy, I'm
I see food (seafood), I'll let a shell peel I steam shrimp
get murked, face on a shirt: screen-print
Wit' these shots in the face, no, he not play no defense
When you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous,
'Cause you the type nigga that's only good in certain
I'll break yo' neck in 30 places
get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is shakin' and it burst the pavement
You first replacement
ain't feel you was worth the payment
You a bird that's
How worse it make it, you only named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
Fuck the shit!
He gon' talk about the gun and how the guns fit
But real niggas said you never was on no gun shit
Check-scam nigga, but in the streets, done shit
And this the lane he chosen, so I'm
Before battle rap and your 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 blade off in him
You'll see it out of Wav' (wave) like a dolphin fin!
And then...the body do a flip!
I hope all could swim
I hammer heads: gon' look like a SHARK bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and raise up across the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to Smack and this bargain
I gotta pull a nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
Keep it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a
(*pop*) A nick ya
You'll have to take a knee like
Or step wit' a cane like a nigga!
I'll put your face through the wall: I'll niggas!
let Raw in here
Big guns, I got 'em all in
All you may see is (Macy's) American by Lids
I got a in here!
spear, stabbed in your face 'til the jaw tear!
I'll have of it all over the couch like dog hairs
Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas her box: they ain't pallbearers
I'll put bitch on the floor on all fours, and tell her, "Crawl here!"
Aw, yeah!
Joseph, I give a fuck if you care or not
Joe I got a Cuban link that'll tear a squad
And put a scar on his face like Cuban Link Terror Squad
I to God, the .40 put a hole 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 favorite child?
They tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, break the Sega now
wrong wit'chu?
It's time to take a picture, you weird shit when you take a smile
What's wrong
Now you let yo' spray...
Skully er'ry battle, lookin' the crackhead from 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, they run
Lame niggas get a little and views, then think they somebody
Brizz Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, that"
Nigga, if one option, I'm gun-shoppin'
I shit my way!
That four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I can't up my mind!
They got the
I'm fightin' over devices like Friday!
different here
Ain't no switchin' here, crystal-clear
I get the drop, I'm at his spot like, "Yeah, we got a here..."
my niggas, "Snapchat message"
I all y'all to listen clear
'Cause we gon' open it, what's in it, then disappear
shit, I'm really immature
Try to run out the crib, they gon' you in the morgue
Think to a SMACK event, how I split him wit' the four
Fuck online, if you could get him ('em) at the door!
Y'all want more!? The clip like a shrimp on it
I'll give this rounds!
you about 140?
Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed this now
But when 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, what's authentic is gettin' whipped
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't this nigga music
Hostage situation, don't call
We just need clothes for the body: this a trip
I hearin' a lot of "2-1 Brizz"
cool - let me explore shit
This right hand to one (2-1) - now his jaw hit
Let dawg trip, big-ass - fuck you call this?
Throat
I was tryna leave his missin' like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd a closed-casket