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 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, serve Rawsteen raw
This a
Any nigga get in my way become a
Matter fact, let's bring that to life: virtual reality
I'm on his heels, a shadow be
me
Got me workin' all of these scrubs: Grey's 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
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 nigga was me"
Man up!
war time? We movin' rapidly
But I'll grab shotgun casually
up the 12...shit look like the remote need batteries!
Y'all at home? This gon' be what it have to be
It's a
Arm off the waist, now the free
him get served over the 'Net: Andre Agassi!
You gah-bage!
You barely fuckin' average
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you fuckin' savage
Nigga 'bout as dangerous as a laughin'...
Look at fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your was a fiend
Your nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't even his name
We know his fuckin' status!
My off! Fuck yo' passion!
You wanna box, but each line 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 wit' the
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 gotta be talkin' 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 make a
I ain't ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I take a wrist(risk)
But y'all
I never get by y'all fucks
Dirty niggas, just come outside, even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast anyone that y'all dial up
Child,
He been on a Volume That's why y'all fooled
Dawg
I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small
Play me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You seasoned, correct? Sound like my mission is a meal
If Raw food around, think cookout the steel...
Shit, just a matter of time 'til somethin' hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you ain't support your
You was missin'!
Ave Shine, you ain't support your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc battled Stay, you packed bags!
You was trippin'!
It's always one nigga out of the group that wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Brown in New Edition!
You only battle top names you got a top name stampin' him
Who him?
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the Champion
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me battlin' a
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
I'll his bottom half off and say, "Keep steppin'"
Each weapon, hit his gut, open him up: shit a C-section!
him!
Keep
keep cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section!
Another nigga they gon' bring in to try to take my
No, a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down
That's 1
You know I came to him out
I'll look him dead in his and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

[Round 1: Brizz
I was lost for a minute...
But I was fallin' back, my bread
They called me with Mike...I 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 takin' my meds
That ain't what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, Wavy instead..."
I responded, started shakin' my
Like, "He get every battle, so I guess I gotta wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
'Cause see, you need the
And a battle 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"
Turn his body to the and say, "Me nolike!?"
the finger-wave!
Bitch nigga, probably finger waves!
Matter fact, yo' ass will probably go let some nigga's 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, that's in bed
I'll catch him sleepin', and pop up the toast for bitches
I'll him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific

Roc]

(*Brizz laughs at Tay Roc's ad-lib, which causes a few audience 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 food (seafood), I'll let a shell peel off: I shrimp
Wavy get murked, face on a shirt:
Wit' 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 only good in cases
I'll break yo' fuckin' in 30 places
get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is shakin' and it burst the pavement
You Mike's first
Smack ain't feel you was the payment
You a bird that's
How much worse it make it, you named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
Fuck the shit!
He talk about the gun clips and how the guns fit
But real Brooklyn niggas said you never was on no gun
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 was Joseph
Yeah, what, ain't know?
Before Mr. Wavy, said the bitch was gay
We ain't know about he was Mr. Maybe
These niggas all
Tonight, it all end
I'll his jaw for him
The knife blade off in him
You'll see it stickin' out of Wav' (wave) a dolphin fin!
And then...the body do a flip!
I they all could swim
I hammer heads: gon' look like a SHARK bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and up right across the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to Smack and horrible bargain
I gotta pull a nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
Keep it rap, my nigga, or cap a nigga
(*pop*) A cap'll ya
You'll have to take a like Kaepernick
Or step a cane like 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 Eagles by
I got a in here!
Long spear, stabbed in your 'til the jaw tear!
have 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 on the floor 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 scar on his face like Cuban Link Terror Squad
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.
on...let's talk to him...
Don't Brizz look like one of those badass that was nobody's 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 doin' weird shit when you a smile
What's wrong
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 that?
You the we see in the hood, we throwin' eggs at
Weird niggas be to y'all
pop off, they run prob'ly
Lame niggas get a little fame and views, then think somebody
Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, Machete that"
Nigga, if it's one option, I'm
I shit my way!
four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I can't make up my mind!
They got the
I'm over devices like Black Friday!
It's different
Ain't no switchin' here, crystal-clear
I get the drop, I'm at his like, "Yeah, we got a mission here..."
my niggas, "Snapchat message"
I all y'all to listen 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 SMACK event, how I him wit' the four
waitin' online, if you could get him ('em) at the door!
Y'all more!? The clip curl like a shrimp on it
I'll this 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 goin' stupid...
No, authentic is Brizz gettin' whipped
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't bumpin' nigga music
Hostage situation, don't call
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 hand to one (2-1) - now his jaw hit
Let dawg trip, big-ass - fuck you call this?
Throat
I was tryna leave his neck like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd rather a