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
Those of y'all watchin' at home, this the Lord callin'
The irony, y'all had to make an purchase
Well, now 'bout to see what I got in store for him
Brizz Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen"
I'll cut Brizz, serve Rawsteen raw
This a
Any get in my way become a casualty
Matter fact, let's bring that picture to life: 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 send through him, like the bladder clean
things!
Doctor's office, too long: 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, hit, now you the next in the faculty
be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was after me"
Man up!
It's war time? We movin'
But grab that shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the remote batteries!
watchin' at home? 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 above average
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you fuckin' savage
Nigga 'bout as dangerous as a laughin'...
Look at your fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your was a fiend
Your pops in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't know his name
We don't know his status!
My gloves off! yo' passion!
You box, but each line directed at you
These punches 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! 3, I'm wit' the shits
Since P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all me sick
Scared of Brizz? Y'all takin'
Whoever me chicken gotta be talkin' an Asian dish
I the script
Don't believe in the God: I'm an
Machete King? Well, copy that, a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll 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 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
Dawg
I come from WeGoHard, I was up off of these small rooms
Play me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You seasoned, correct? Sound like my mission is a meal
If Raw around, think cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's just a matter of time somethin' hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you support your brother
You was missin'!
Ave battled Shine, you ain't your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc Stay, you packed your bags!
You was trippin'!
It's always one nigga out of the that fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Brown in New Edition!
You only battle top names 'cause you got a top stampin' him
Who him?
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the People's
But you suck, boy!
got me battlin' a fuckboy
Everywhere I go, I my weight and my nuts, boy!
Your big homie don't even you
nigga love 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: this a C-section!
him!
Keep
I'll keep cuttin' 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section!
Another nigga they bring in to try to take my crown
No, you'se a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold (wave) down
Round 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]
I was lost for a minute...
But I was fallin' back, my bread
called me with Mike...I loaded up cases of lead
He called me and back out, like, "Bro, I straight in the head
I know I called you out every battle, bu-but I wasn't my meds
really ain't what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, take instead..."
I responded, started shakin' my
Like, "He get killed every battle, so I guess I gotta up the dead."
So how it feel,
'Cause see, you the hype
And a battle I don't need or like
They give a championship to a nigga who don't even fight!
For you, lil' bitch, I won't even receive nostripes!
They only here to see yo' ass go..."He nonice!"
grown 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 finger wave!
This 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, breakfast in bed
I'll catch him sleepin', and pop up wit' the for bitches
I'll have him lookin' like - it gets so specific

Roc]

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

I'll have him lookin' like - 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 time I see Wavy, I'm
I see food (seafood), I'll let a peel off: I steam shrimp
Wavy get murked, face on a screen-print
Wit' these shots in the face, no, he not finna play no
When you you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous, shakin'
'Cause you the type nigga that's only good in certain
I'll break yo' fuckin' neck in 30
You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is and it burst the pavement
You Mike's replacement
Smack ain't feel you was the payment
You a bird fakin'
How much worse it it, you only named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
Fuck the shit!
He gon' talk the gun clips and how the guns fit
But real Brooklyn niggas said you was on no gun shit
nigga, but in the streets, never 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, ain't know?
Before Mr. Wavy, said the bitch was gay
We ain't know him: he was Mr. Maybe
niggas all pretend
Tonight, it all end
I'll his jaw for him
The knife blade off in him
You'll see it stickin' out of (wave) like a dolphin fin!
And then...the do a dolphin flip!
I hope all could swim
I hammer heads: it's look like a SHARK bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and raise up right the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to Smack and this horrible
I gotta a long nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
Keep it rap, my nigga, or cap a nigga
(*pop*) A nick ya
You'll have to take a knee like
Or step wit' a cane a Kappa nigga!
I'll put your face through the I'll Casper 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 pieces of it all over the couch like dog hairs
Tell ya bitch 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 give a fuck if you care or not
Tell Joe I got a Cuban link tear a squad
And put a scar on his face like Link from Terror Squad
I to God, the .40 put a hole in a bitch 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, break the Sega now
What's wit'chu?
It's time to take a picture, you doin' weird shit when you a smile
wrong wit'chu?
Now you let yo' spray...
er'ry 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 be tough to y'all
pop off, they run prob'ly
Lame niggas get a fame and views, then think they somebody
Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, Machete that"
Nigga, if it's one option, I'm
I shit my way!
That four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I can't up my mind!
got the nine-tre
I'm fightin' over like Black 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 want all y'all to clear
'Cause we gon' it, check what's in it, then disappear
Real shit, I'm immature
Try to run out the crib, they gon' find you in the
tickets 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 niggas rounds!
you about 140?
Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed nigga 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
Shit had my niggas stupid...
No, what's authentic is Brizz gettin'
And when we see Raw taped, we bumpin' this nigga music
Hostage situation, don't shit
We just need clothes for the body: this a trip
I been a lot of "2-1 Brizz"
cool - let me explore shit
This right to one (2-1) nigga - now his jaw hit
Let dawg trip, big-ass blade - you call this?
slice
I was leave his neck missin' like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd rather a