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 callin'
The irony, y'all had to an online purchase
Well, now y'all to see what I got in store for him
Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen" for?
I'll cut Brizz, then Rawsteen raw
This a
Any nigga get in my way become a
Matter fact, let's bring picture to life: virtual reality
I'm on his heels, a shadow be
me
Got me workin' around all of these scrubs: 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, too long: grab the magazine!
15 on his head, let the ratchet scream
Eyes like the Japanese
Fuck it! I do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's!
I said, Trez hit, now you the next in the
be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was after me"
Man up!
It's war time? We movin'
But I'll that shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit like the remote 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 barely above fuckin'
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin'
Nigga 'bout as as a couple laughin'...
at your fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your was a fiend
Your nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you even know his name
We don't his fuckin' status!
My gloves off! yo' passion!
You wanna box, but each 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 Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope
Y'all make me
Scared of Brizz? Y'all hits
Whoever says me chicken gotta be an Asian dish
I the script
believe in the God: I'm an atheist
Machete King? Well, that, like a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll a wish
I ask for a handout, but since his hand 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 coast wit' anyone that y'all dial up
Child,
He been on a Volume That's why y'all fooled
food
I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small
Play wit' me, nigga, my is to kill
You been seasoned, correct? Sound 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 battled Chef, you support your brother
You was missin'!
Ave Shine, you ain't support your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc battled Stay, you 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 battle top names '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 homie even love you
That love Troy
You Tay Roc boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs him
take his bottom half off and say, "Keep steppin'"
Each weapon, hit his gut, open him up: shit a C-section!
him!
Keep
I'll keep cuttin' Brizz 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 du-rag - they brought you here to try to Wav' (wave) down
Round 1
You know I to chalk him out
I'll look him dead in his and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

1: Brizz Rawsteen]
Thought I was for a minute...
But I was back, makin' my bread
They called me with Mike...I loaded up cases of
He called me and back out, like, "Bro, I straight in the head
I know I you out every battle, bu-but I wasn't takin' my meds
That really what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, take instead..."
I responded, started shakin' my
Like, "He get killed battle, so I guess I gotta wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
'Cause see, you need the
And this a battle I need or like
They give a championship match to a who don't even fight!
For beatin' you, lil' bitch, I won't receive nostripes!
only here to see yo' faggot ass go..."He nonice!"
What 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!
most ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I know bitches!
I'll the biscuit!
I'll let it WAVE in 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 toast for
I'll have him like Twork - it gets so specific

Roc]

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

I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it 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"
time I see Wavy, I'm sea-sick
I see food (seafood), I'll let a peel off: I steam shrimp
Wavy get murked, face on a shirt:
Wit' these shots in the face, no, he not play no defense
When you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous,
'Cause you the type nigga that's only good in certain
I'll break yo' fuckin' neck in 30
You'll get to the concrete, 'til the curb is shakin' and it burst the pavement
You Mike's replacement
Smack feel you was worth the payment
You a bird that's
How much worse it make it, you only named yourself "Wavy" "Surf" was taken?
Fuck the shit!
He talk 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 done
And this the he chosen, so I'm lame-exposin'
Before rap and your Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was Joseph
Yeah, what, y'all know?
Before Mr. Wavy, they the bitch was gay
We know about him: he was Mr. Maybe
These niggas all
Tonight, it all end
break his jaw for him
The knife breakin' off in him
You'll see it stickin' out of Wav' (wave) a dolphin fin!
And then...the body do a flip!
I hope they all could
I hammer heads: it's look like a SHARK bit him!
the Hawk get him, and raise up right across the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to and this horrible bargain
I gotta pull a long nose out on (wave) like a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a nigga
(*pop*) A cap'll ya
have to take a knee like Kaepernick
Or step wit' a 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) American by Lids
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 around her box: they ain't pallbearers
put that 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 Cuban link tear a squad
And put a scar on his like Cuban 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

[Round 2: Mr.
on...let's talk 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 wrong
It's 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 like you a G in the hood - who said that?
You the type we see in the hood, we eggs at
Weird be tough to y'all
Shit pop off, they run
Lame niggas get a fame and views, then think they somebody
Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, Machete that"
Nigga, if one option, I'm gun-shoppin'
I like my way!
That four-fif', .50-cal', Eag' - I can't make up my mind!
They got the
I'm fightin' over devices Black Friday!
It's here
no switchin' here, it's 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 listen
'Cause we gon' open it, check in it, then disappear
shit, I'm really immature
Try to run out the crib, they 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 want more!? The clip curl like a on it
I'll this niggas rounds!
Ain't you 140?
Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed this now
But when you buy seafood, you gotta weigh it by the POUND?!

[Mr.
said you was authentic wit' that raw tape
See, I was in the
Shit had my goin' stupid...
No, what's is Brizz gettin' whipped
And when we see Raw taped, we bumpin' 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 - let me explore shit
This right hand to one (2-1) - now his jaw hit
Let dawg trip, big-ass blade - you call this?
Throat
I was tryna his neck missin' like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd a closed-casket