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
of y'all watchin' at home, this when the Lord callin'
The irony, y'all had to an online purchase
Well, now y'all to see what I got in store for him
Brizz Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen"
I'll cut Brizz, serve Rawsteen raw
This a
Any get in my way become a casualty
Matter fact, let's bring that picture to life: reality
I'm on his heels, like a be
me
Got me around all of these scrubs: Grey's Anatomy
lit for him!
I'm the fire the gasoline
Line him up, I send right through him, the bladder clean
things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too 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
be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was after me"
Man up!
It's war time? We rapidly
But I'll grab that shotgun
up the 12...shit look like the remote need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? This 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 average
nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin' savage
Nigga as dangerous as a couple laughin'...
at your fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your was a fiend
Your pops in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't even his name
We don't his fuckin' status!
My gloves off! yo' passion!
You box, but each line directed at you
These 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! Volume 3, I'm the shits
Since Mike P ain't the shot, well, this a dope assist
make me sick
Scared of Brizz? takin' hits
Whoever says me chicken be talkin' an Asian dish
I the script
believe in the God: I'm an atheist
Machete King? Well, copy that, a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll a wish
I ain't ask for a handout, but since his out, I gotta take a wrist(risk)
But y'all
I get star-struck by y'all fucks
Dirty niggas, just come outside, even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast wit' anyone that y'all up
Child,
He been on a Volume before? 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 been seasoned, correct? Sound my mission is a meal
If Raw around, think cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's just a matter of time 'til hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you ain't support your
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 one nigga out of the group that fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Brown in New Edition!
You only battle top names you got a top name stampin' him
Who ampin'
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, now you think you became the People's Champion
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me battlin' a
I go, I hold my weight and my nuts, boy!
Your big homie even love you
nigga love Troy
You Tay Roc boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs him
I'll his bottom half 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!
nigga they gon' bring in to try to take my crown
No, you'se a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave)
That's 1
You know I to chalk him out
I'll look him in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

[Round 1: Rawsteen]
Thought I was for a minute...
But I was fallin' back, makin' my
They called me with Mike...I loaded up of lead
He me and back out, like, "Bro, I wasn't straight in the head
I know I called you out every battle, bu-but I takin' my meds
That really what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley me in a text, "Please, take Wavy instead..."
I responded, started shakin' my
Like, "He get killed every battle, so I guess I wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
'Cause see, you need the
And a battle I don't need or like
give a championship match to a nigga who don't even fight!
For beatin' you, 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!
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, that's in bed
I'll him sleepin', and pop up wit' the toast for bitches
I'll have him lookin' like - it gets so specific

Roc]

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

I'll him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific
You'll catch a Bald Head through the hood...and 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 (seafood), I'll let a shell peel off: I steam shrimp
Wavy get murked, on a shirt: screen-print
Wit' these shots in the face, no, he not finna no defense
you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous, shakin'
'Cause you the type nigga that's 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 you was worth the payment
You a that's fakin'
How much worse it make it, you only named "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
the dumb shit!
He gon' talk about the gun and how the guns fit
But real Brooklyn said you never was on no gun shit
Check-scam nigga, but in the streets, done shit
And this the he chosen, so I'm lame-exposin'
Before rap and your Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was Joseph
Yeah, what, ain't know?
Mr. Wavy, they said the bitch was gay
We ain't know him: 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 out of Wav' (wave) like a dolphin fin!
And then...the body do a flip!
I they all could swim
I hammer heads: it's gon' look a SHARK bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and raise up right across the
I'm in Florida,
to Smack and this horrible bargain
I gotta a long nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
Keep it rap, my nigga, or cap a nigga
(*pop*) A nick ya
You'll have to take a knee 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) Eagles by Lids
I got a in here!
Long spear, stabbed in your face 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 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.
Hold on...let's to him...
Don't Brizz look like one of badass kids that was nobody's favorite child?
They you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then break the Sega now
wrong wit'chu?
It's time to a picture, you doin' weird shit when you take 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 type we see in the hood, we throwin' at
Weird be tough to y'all
Shit pop off, run prob'ly
Lame get a little 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!
got the nine-tre
I'm fightin' over devices Black Friday!
It's different
Ain't no switchin' here, it's
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 clear
'Cause we gon' open it, what's in it, then disappear
Real shit, I'm really
Try to run out the crib, they find 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!
want more!? The clip curl like a shrimp on it
I'll give this rounds!
you about 140?
Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed nigga now
But don't you buy seafood, you gotta weigh it by the POUND?!

[Mr.
Niggas said you was wit' that raw tape
See, I was in the
had my niggas goin' stupid...
No, what's is Brizz gettin' whipped
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't bumpin' this music
Hostage situation, don't call
We just need clothes for the body: this a 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 - fuck you call
slice
I was leave his neck missin' like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd a closed-casket