Luyện nghe bài hát Brizz Rawsteen vs. Mr. Wavy

[Round 1: Mr.
It took him a while to accept this battle, ain't no for him
Those of y'all watchin' at home, when the Lord callin'
The irony, had to make 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, serve Rawsteen raw
This a
Any get in my way become a casualty
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 hittin' the
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 scream
squinted like the Japanese
Fuck it! I do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's!
I said, hit, now you the next 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 that shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at 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 above fuckin' average
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you fuckin' savage
Nigga 'bout as as a couple laughin'...
at your fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your was a fiend
Your pops nutted in the 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
These 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 the shits
Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all me sick
of Brizz? Y'all takin' hits
Whoever says me chicken gotta be talkin' an Asian
I the script
believe in the God: I'm an atheist
Machete King? Well, copy that, a plagiarist
My my opportunity, I'll make a wish
I ain't ask for a handout, but since his out, I gotta take a wrist(risk)
But y'all
I never get star-struck by fucks
Dirty niggas, just outside, don't even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast wit' anyone that dial up
Child,
He been on a Volume before? That's why y'all
food
I from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms
wit' me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You been seasoned, correct? like my mission is a meal
If Raw around, think cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, just a matter of time 'til somethin' hit the grill!
I Chef, you ain't support your brother
You was missin'!
Ave battled Shine, you ain't support 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 Bobby in New Edition!
You battle top names 'cause you got a top name stampin' him
Who ampin'
I guess Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the People's Champion
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me a fuckboy
Everywhere I go, I hold my and my nuts, boy!
big homie don't even love you
That nigga Troy
You Tay Roc boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs him
I'll take his half off and say, "Keep steppin'"
weapon, hit his gut, open him up: this shit a C-section!
him!
Keep
I'll keep cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the section!
Another they gon' bring in to try to take my crown
No, you'se a - 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 in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

[Round 1: Brizz
Thought I was 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 takin' my
That really what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, take instead..."
I responded, shakin' my head
Like, "He get killed every battle, so I guess I wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
see, you need the hype
And this a battle I don't or like
They give a championship match to a nigga who don't fight!
For beatin' you, bitch, I won't even receive nostripes!
They only to see yo' faggot ass go..."He nonice!"
grown man you know go, "He nonice"
Turn his body to the and say, "Me nolike!?"
the finger-wave!
Bitch nigga, these finger waves!
Matter fact, yo' faggot ass will probably go let some nigga's wave!
most ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I they bitches!
I'll the biscuit!
I'll let it WAVE in your FACE, 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 like Twork - it gets so specific

[Tay

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

I'll have him lookin' like - it gets so specific
You'll catch a Bald Head 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), let a shell 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
you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous, shakin'
'Cause you the type nigga that's only in certain cases
break yo' fuckin' neck in 30 places
You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is and it burst the pavement
You first replacement
Smack ain't feel you was the payment
You a bird fakin'
How much worse it make it, you only named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was
the dumb shit!
He gon' about the gun clips and how the guns fit
But Brooklyn niggas said you never was on no gun shit
Check-scam nigga, but in the streets, never shit
And this the he chosen, so I'm lame-exposin'
Before battle rap and your Wavy moments, lil' bitch, name was Joseph
Yeah, what, y'all ain't
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 blade breakin' off in him
You'll see it stickin' out of Wav' (wave) a dolphin fin!
And then...the do a dolphin flip!
I they all could swim
I heads: it's gon' look like a SHARK bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and raise up right across the
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to Smack and this horrible
I gotta pull a nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a nigga
(*pop*) A cap'll ya
You'll to take a knee like Kaepernick
Or step wit' a cane like a nigga!
I'll put your 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 Eagles by
I got a in here!
Long spear, stabbed in your 'til the jaw tear!
I'll have pieces of it all over the like dog hairs
Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: ain't pallbearers
I'll put bitch on the floor on all fours, and tell her, "Crawl here!"
Aw, yeah!
Joseph, I don't give a fuck if you or not
Tell Joe I got a link that'll tear a squad
And put a scar on his like Cuban Link 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

[Round 2: Mr.
on...let's talk to him...
Don't Brizz look like one of those badass kids that was nobody's child?
They tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then the Sega now
What's wrong
It's time to take a picture, you doin' weird 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 - who said that?
You the we see in the hood, we throwin' eggs at
Weird niggas be to y'all
Shit pop off, run prob'ly
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', Eag' - I can't make up my mind!
They got the
I'm fightin' 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 all y'all to listen clear
we gon' open it, check what's in it, then disappear
Real shit, I'm 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 curl 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 authentic wit' that raw
See, I was in the
Shit had my niggas stupid...
No, what's authentic is gettin' whipped
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 mall
I hearin' a lot of "2-1 Brizz"
That's cool - let me shit
This right to one (2-1) nigga - now his jaw hit
Let trip, big-ass blade - fuck you call this?
Throat
I was tryna his neck missin' like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd rather a