Luyện nghe bài hát Brizz Rawsteen vs. Mr. Wavy

[Round 1: Mr.
It took him a while to accept this battle, no applaud for him
of y'all watchin' at home, this when the Lord callin'
The irony, y'all had to make an purchase
Well, now y'all 'bout to see what I got in for him
Brizz Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen"
I'll cut Brizz, then serve raw
This a
Any nigga get in my way become a
Matter fact, let's bring that picture to life: virtual
I'm on his heels, like a be
me
Got me workin' 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!
15 on his head, let the ratchet scream
Eyes squinted the Japanese
Fuck it! I could do two for 20: to Applebee's!
I said, Trez hit, now you the next in the
Don't be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was me"
Man up!
war time? We movin' rapidly
But I'll grab that casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? This gon' be what it to be
a strategy
Arm off the waist, now the free
Watch him get served over the Andre Agassi!
You gah-bage!
You above fuckin' average
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin'
Nigga 'bout as as a couple laughin'...
at your fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your was a fiend
pops nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't know his name
We don't his fuckin' status!
My off! Fuck yo' passion!
You box, but each line directed at you
These punches be Everlastin'!
I'm the action!
I'll the four off the waist...
Condom broke: shit lookin' I got Raw by mistake!
(What!? What!?)
I naïve! Volume 3, I'm wit' the shits
Mike 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 talkin' an Asian
I made the
Don't in the God: I'm an atheist
Machete King? Well, copy that, like a
My my opportunity, I'll make a wish
I ain't ask for a handout, but his hand out, I gotta take a wrist(risk)
But tough?
I never get star-struck by fucks
Dirty niggas, come outside, don't even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast wit' anyone that dial up
Child,
He been on a before? That's why y'all fooled
food
I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small
Play wit' me, nigga, my mission is to
You been seasoned, correct? Sound like my is a meal
If Raw food around, think wit' the steel...
Shit, just a matter of time 'til somethin' hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you ain't your brother
You was missin'!
Ave battled Shine, you ain't your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc battled Stay, you your bags!
You was trippin'!
It's always one nigga out of the group that fuck Roc(k) way too much...
You Brown in New Edition!
You only battle top names 'cause you got a top name him
Who him?
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the People's
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me battlin' a
Everywhere I go, I hold my and my nuts, boy!
Your big homie don't even you
That nigga Troy
You Tay Roc boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs him
I'll his bottom half off and say, "Keep steppin'"
Each weapon, hit his gut, open him up: shit a C-section!
him!
Keep
I'll keep cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the section!
Another nigga 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)
Round 1
You know I came to him out
I'll look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you 'bout?"
Wavy!

1: Brizz Rawsteen]
Thought I was for a minute...
But I was fallin' back, makin' my
They called me with Mike...I loaded up cases of
He called me and back out, like, "Bro, I straight in the head
I know I called you out every battle, bu-but I takin' my meds
That ain't what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley me in a text, "Please, take Wavy instead..."
I responded, started my head
Like, "He get killed every battle, so I guess I gotta up the dead."
So how it feel,
'Cause see, you the hype
And this a I don't need or like
They a championship match to a nigga who don't even fight!
For you, lil' bitch, I won't even receive nostripes!
only here to see yo' faggot ass go..."He nonice!"
What grown man you go, "He nonice"
his body to the side and say, "Me nolike!?"
the finger-wave!
Bitch nigga, these probably waves!
Matter fact, yo' faggot ass will probably go let some 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
catch him sleepin', and pop up wit' the toast for bitches
I'll him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific

Roc]

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

I'll have him like Twork - it gets so specific
You'll catch a Bald 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 off: I steam shrimp
Wavy get murked, on a shirt: screen-print
Wit' these shots in the face, no, he not play no defense
you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous, shakin'
'Cause you the type nigga that's only in certain cases
I'll yo' fuckin' neck in 30 places
You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is shakin' and it the pavement
You Mike's first
Smack ain't feel you was the payment
You a that's fakin'
How much worse it make it, you only yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
Fuck the shit!
He gon' talk about the gun and how the guns fit
But real Brooklyn niggas said you 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 Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was
Yeah, what, y'all ain't
Before Mr. Wavy, they said the was gay
We ain't about him: he was Mr. Maybe
niggas all pretend
Tonight, it all end
I'll his jaw for him
The knife breakin' off in him
You'll see it out of Wav' (wave) like a dolphin fin!
And then...the do a dolphin flip!
I hope they all swim
I hammer heads: it's gon' look a SHARK bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and raise up across the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to Smack and horrible bargain
I gotta pull a long nose out on Wav' (wave) a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
Keep it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a
(*pop*) A cap'll ya
You'll have to a knee like Kaepernick
Or step wit' a cane like a nigga!
put your face through the wall: I'll Casper niggas!
They let Raw in
Big guns, I got 'em all in
All you may see is (Macy's) American by Lids
I got a in here!
Long spear, stabbed in face 'til the jaw tear!
I'll have pieces of it all the couch like dog hairs
ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: they ain't pallbearers
I'll put that bitch on the on all fours, and tell her, "Crawl here!"
Aw, yeah!
Joseph, I don't a fuck if you care or not
Joe I got a Cuban link that'll tear a squad
And put a on his face like Cuban Link from Terror Squad
I swear to God, the .40 put a hole in a face, very wide
1-0, bitch!
go, nigga, 1-0
Your

2: Mr. Wavy]
Hold on...let's to him...
Don't Brizz look like one of those badass kids was nobody's favorite child?
They tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then break the now
What's wit'chu?
It's time to take a picture, you doin' weird shit you take a smile
What's wrong
Now you let yo' spray...
Skully battle, lookin' like the crackhead from The PJs
nigga...
But you be talkin' like you a G in the - who said that?
You the type we see in the hood, we eggs at
Weird niggas be to y'all
Shit pop off, they run
Lame niggas get a little fame and views, think they somebody
Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, Machete that"
Nigga, if one option, I'm gun-shoppin'
I shit my way!
That four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I make up my mind!
got the nine-tre
I'm fightin' over 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 listen
'Cause we gon' it, check 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 more!? The clip curl like a shrimp on it
I'll give niggas rounds!
you about 140?
Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed this now
But don't when you buy seafood, you gotta it by the POUND?!

[Mr.
said you was authentic wit' that raw tape
See, I was in the
Shit had my goin' stupid...
No, what's authentic is Brizz gettin'
And when we see Raw taped, we bumpin' this nigga music
Hostage situation, call shit
We just need clothes for the body: a mall trip
I hearin' a lot of "2-1 Brizz"
That's - let me explore shit
This hand to one (2-1) nigga - now his jaw hit
Let dawg trip, big-ass blade - fuck you this?
Throat
I was tryna leave his neck like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd a closed-casket