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, this when the Lord
The irony, y'all had to an online purchase
Well, now 'bout to see what I got in store for him
Brizz Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen"
I'll cut Brizz, then serve raw
a tragedy
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' around all of scrubs: Grey's Anatomy
lit for him!
I'm the hittin' the gasoline
Line him up, I send through him, like the bladder clean
things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too long: the magazine!
Drop 15 on his head, let the ratchet
Eyes like the Japanese
it! I could 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 grab shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look the remote need batteries!
Y'all at home? This gon' be what it have to be
a strategy
Arm off the waist, now the ladder
Watch him get served over the Andre Agassi!
You gah-bage!
You above fuckin' average
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you you this fuckin' savage
Nigga 'bout as as a couple laughin'...
Look at your fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your moms was a
Your pops nutted in the attic!
But you don't know his name
We know his fuckin' status!
My off! Fuck yo' passion!
You box, but each line directed at you
punches gon' be Everlastin'!
I'm the action!
I'll grip the off the waist...
Condom broke: shit lookin' 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 gotta be talkin' an Asian dish
I made the
Don't believe in the God: I'm an
Machete Well, copy that, like a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll a wish
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, come outside, don't even wash up
Bar for bar, I coast wit' anyone that y'all dial up
Child,
He been on a before? That's why y'all fooled
food
I come WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms
Play wit' me, nigga, my is to kill
You been seasoned, correct? Sound like my is a meal
If Raw around, think cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's just a of time 'til somethin' hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you support your brother
You was missin'!
Ave battled Shine, you support 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 names 'cause you got a top stampin' him
Who him?
I it's 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!
Your big don't even love you
That nigga love
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 cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section!
nigga 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 I came to chalk him out
I'll look him 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
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
really ain't what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, Wavy instead..."
I responded, started my head
Like, "He get killed every battle, so I I gotta wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
see, you need the hype
And this a I don't 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 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, probably finger waves!
Matter fact, yo' faggot ass will probably go let some finger wave!
This ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I know 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
have him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific

[Tay

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

I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it 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 I see Wavy, I'm sea-sick
I see food (seafood), I'll let a shell peel off: I steam
Wavy get murked, face on a screen-print
Wit' these shots in the face, no, he not finna no defense
When you you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous, shakin'
'Cause you the type nigga only good in certain cases
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 first
Smack ain't feel you was the payment
You a bird that's
How much worse it make it, you only yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
the dumb shit!
He gon' talk the gun clips and how the guns fit
But real 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, ain't know?
Before Mr. Wavy, they said the was gay
We ain't know about him: he was Mr.
These niggas all
Tonight, it all end
break his jaw for him
The knife blade 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 could
I hammer heads: it's gon' look like a bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and raise up right the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to Smack and horrible bargain
I gotta pull a long nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
Keep it rap, my nigga, or cap a nigga
(*pop*) A cap'll ya
You'll have to take a knee like
Or step a cane like a Kappa nigga!
I'll put your face through the I'll Casper niggas!
They let Raw in
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 face 'til the jaw tear!
I'll have pieces of it all over the couch like dog
ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: they ain't pallbearers
I'll put that bitch on the floor on all fours, and her, "Crawl here!"
Aw, yeah!
Joseph, I don't give a fuck if you 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 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 like one of those badass kids 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 to take a picture, you doin' weird shit when you take a smile
wrong wit'chu?
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 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!
four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I can't make up my mind!
They got the
I'm fightin' over devices Black Friday!
different here
Ain't no switchin' here, it's
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 open 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
Think to a SMACK event, how I split him wit' the four
Fuck waitin' online, if you get him ('em) at the door!
Y'all want more!? The clip curl a shrimp on it
give this niggas rounds!
Ain't you about
Salmon, shrimp, they need to this nigga now
But don't you buy seafood, you gotta weigh it by the POUND?!

[Mr.
Niggas said you was authentic that raw tape
See, I was in the
Shit had my niggas stupid...
No, what's authentic is gettin' whipped
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't this nigga music
Hostage situation, don't shit
We just need clothes for the this a mall trip
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 dawg trip, big-ass blade - you call this?
slice
I was tryna leave his neck missin' Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd rather a