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 watchin' at home, this when the Lord
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, then Rawsteen raw
a tragedy
Any nigga get in my way a casualty
Matter fact, let's that 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 hittin' the gasoline
Line him up, I right through him, like the bladder clean
things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too long: the magazine!
Drop 15 on his head, let the ratchet
Eyes squinted like the
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 rapidly
But I'll grab shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the remote batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? This gon' be what it to be
It's a
Arm off the waist, now the ladder
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 this savage
Nigga as dangerous as a couple laughin'...
at your fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, moms was a fiend
Your nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't know his name
We don't his fuckin' status!
My gloves off! yo' passion!
You wanna box, but each directed at you
punches gon' be Everlastin'!
I'm the action!
grip the four off the waist...
Condom broke: shit lookin' I got Raw by mistake!
(What!? What!?)
I ain't naïve! 3, I'm wit' the shits
Since Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope
make me sick
Scared of Brizz? Y'all takin'
Whoever says me chicken be talkin' an Asian dish
I the script
Don't in the God: I'm an atheist
Machete King? Well, that, like 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 get star-struck by y'all fucks
Dirty niggas, come outside, don't even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast wit' that y'all dial up
Child,
He been on a Volume before? why y'all fooled
Dawg
I come WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms
Play 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 just a matter of time 'til hit the grill!
I Chef, you ain't 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 out of the group 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 him?
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you you became the People's Champion
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me battlin' a
Everywhere I go, I hold my and my nuts, boy!
Your big don't even love you
That love Troy
You Tay Roc boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs him
I'll take his bottom off and say, "Keep steppin'"
weapon, hit his gut, open him up: this shit 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, a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down
That's 1
You know I came to him out
look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

[Round 1: Brizz
I was lost for a minute...
But I was back, makin' my bread
They called me with Mike...I loaded up 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
really ain't what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley me in a text, "Please, take Wavy instead..."
I responded, shakin' my head
Like, "He get killed battle, so I guess I gotta wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
see, you need the hype
And this a battle I need or like
They give a championship match to a nigga who don't fight!
For beatin' you, lil' bitch, I won't even nostripes!
They only here to see yo' ass go..."He nonice!"
What grown man you go, "He nonice"
Turn his 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
I'll catch him sleepin', and pop up wit' the for bitches
I'll have him lookin' Twork - 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
You'll catch a Bald Head through the hood...and another 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' 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 nigga that's only good in certain cases
I'll break yo' neck in 30 places
You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is shakin' and it the pavement
You Mike's replacement
Smack ain't feel you was worth the
You a bird fakin'
How much worse it make it, you only named "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
the dumb shit!
He gon' talk about the gun clips and how the fit
But real niggas said you never was on no gun shit
Check-scam nigga, but in the streets, never 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 about he was Mr. Maybe
These all pretend
Tonight, it all end
break his jaw for him
The knife blade off in him
You'll see it stickin' out of Wav' (wave) like a fin!
And then...the body do a flip!
I they all could swim
I hammer heads: it's gon' look like a bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and up right across the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to and this horrible bargain
I gotta pull a long out on Wav' (wave) like 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 take a knee Kaepernick
Or step wit' a cane like a nigga!
I'll put your face through the wall: Casper niggas!
let Raw in here
Big guns, I got 'em all in
All you may see is (Macy's) Eagles by Lids
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 I'll 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 that'll tear a
And put a scar on his face like Cuban from Terror Squad
I swear to God, the .40 put a hole in a bitch face, very
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 that was nobody's favorite child?
tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then break the Sega now
What's wit'chu?
time to take a picture, you doin' weird shit when 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' you a G in the hood - who said that?
You the we see in the hood, we throwin' 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
Brizz Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, that"
Nigga, if one option, I'm gun-shoppin'
I like my way!
That four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I make up my mind!
They got the
I'm over devices like Black Friday!
It's here
no switchin' here, it's crystal-clear
I get the drop, I'm at his like, "Yeah, we got a mission here..."
my niggas, "Snapchat message"
I want all y'all to listen
'Cause we gon' open it, check what's in it, disappear
Real shit, I'm immature
Try to run out the crib, they find you in the morgue
Think tickets to a SMACK event, how I split him the four
waitin' online, if you could get him ('em) at the door!
Y'all want more!? The clip curl like a on it
I'll this niggas rounds!
you about 140?
Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed this now
But don't you buy seafood, you gotta weigh it by the POUND?!

[Mr.
Niggas you was authentic wit' that raw tape
See, I was in the
Shit had my niggas stupid...
No, what's authentic is Brizz whipped
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't bumpin' nigga music
Hostage situation, don't shit
We just need clothes for the this a mall trip
I been a lot of "2-1 Brizz"
That's - let me explore shit
right hand to one (2-1) nigga - now his jaw hit
Let dawg trip, blade - fuck you call this?
slice
I was leave his neck missin' like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd rather a