Luyện nghe bài hát Brizz Rawsteen vs. Mr. Wavy

[Round 1: Mr.
It took him a while to accept this battle, no applaud for him
of y'all watchin' at home, this when the Lord callin'
The irony, y'all had to make an online
Well, now 'bout to see what I got in store for him
Brizz Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen"
I'll cut Brizz, then Rawsteen raw
a tragedy
Any nigga get in my way become a
Matter fact, bring that 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
him up, I send right through him, like the bladder clean
things!
Doctor's office, too long: grab the magazine!
Drop 15 on his head, let the scream
Eyes squinted like the
Fuck it! I could do two for 20: 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 We movin' rapidly
But I'll grab shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? This gon' be it have to be
It's a
Arm off the waist, now the ladder
Watch him get 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
'bout as dangerous as a couple laughin'...
Look at fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, moms was a fiend
pops nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't know his name
We don't know his 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...
Condom broke: lookin' like I got Raw by mistake!
(What!? What!?)
I ain't naïve! Volume 3, I'm wit' the
Since Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope
Y'all me sick
Scared of Brizz? Y'all hits
Whoever says me chicken gotta be talkin' an Asian
I the script
Don't 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 tough?
I never get by y'all fucks
Dirty niggas, just come outside, even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast wit' that y'all dial up
Child,
He been on a before? That's why y'all fooled
Dawg
I from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms
Play me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You been seasoned, Sound like my mission is a meal
If Raw around, think cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's just a matter of time somethin' hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you ain't your brother
You was missin'!
Ave Shine, you ain't support your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc battled Stay, you packed bags!
You was trippin'!
It's always one nigga out of the group that wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Brown in New Edition!
You battle top names 'cause you got a top name stampin' him
Who ampin'
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the Champion
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me a fuckboy
Everywhere I go, I my weight and my nuts, boy!
Your big don't even love you
nigga 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, 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 nigga 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 to chalk him out
I'll him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

[Round 1: Rawsteen]
I was lost for a minute...
But I was fallin' back, my bread
They called me Mike...I loaded up cases of lead
He called me and back out, like, "Bro, I wasn't in the head
I know I you out every battle, bu-but I wasn't takin' my meds
That ain't 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 gotta up the dead."
So how it feel,
'Cause see, you need the
And this a battle I don't or like
They give a championship to a nigga who don't even fight!
For beatin' you, lil' bitch, I won't receive nostripes!
They only here to see yo' 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, these finger waves!
Matter fact, yo' faggot ass will probably go let nigga's finger wave!
most ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I know bitches!
hold the biscuit!
I'll let it WAVE in your FACE, 'til you get sickness!
The TEC and the bread!? Well, breakfast in bed
I'll catch him sleepin', and pop up wit' the for bitches
I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it so specific

Roc]

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

I'll him lookin' like Twork - 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 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 in the face, no, he not finna play no defense
When you 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 to the concrete, 'til the curb is shakin' and it burst the pavement
You Mike's first
ain't feel you was worth the payment
You a that's fakin'
How much it make it, you only named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
the dumb shit!
He talk about the gun clips and how the guns fit
But real Brooklyn niggas said you was on no gun shit
Check-scam nigga, but in the streets, never done
And the lane he chosen, so I'm lame-exposin'
Before battle rap and Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was Joseph
Yeah, what, y'all ain't
Before Mr. Wavy, said the bitch was gay
We ain't know about him: he was Mr.
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) like a fin!
And then...the do a dolphin flip!
I hope they all swim
I heads: it's gon' look like a SHARK bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and raise up across the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to and this horrible bargain
I gotta pull a long nose out on Wav' (wave) a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
Keep it rap, my nigga, or cap a nigga
(*pop*) A nick ya
You'll to take a knee like Kaepernick
Or step wit' a cane a Kappa nigga!
I'll put your through the wall: I'll Casper niggas!
let Raw in here
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 face 'til the jaw tear!
I'll have pieces of it all over the couch like dog
Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: they 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 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 look 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
What's wrong
It's time to take a picture, you doin' weird shit when you a smile
wrong wit'chu?
Now you let yo' spray...
er'ry battle, lookin' like the crackhead from The PJs
nigga...
But you be talkin' like you a G in the hood - who said
You the type we see in the hood, we throwin' at
Weird be tough to y'all
Shit pop off, they run
niggas get a little fame and views, then think they somebody
Brizz Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, that"
Nigga, if it's one option, I'm
I like my way!
That four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I can't up my mind!
got the nine-tre
I'm fightin' over like Black Friday!
It's 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 want all to listen clear
'Cause we gon' it, check what's in it, then disappear
shit, I'm really immature
Try to run out the crib, they gon' find you in the
tickets 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 niggas rounds!
Ain't you about
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 authentic wit' that raw
See, I was in the
had my niggas goin' stupid...
No, what's authentic is Brizz gettin'
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't bumpin' this music
Hostage situation, don't shit
We need clothes for the body: 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, big-ass blade - fuck you call
slice
I was leave his neck missin' like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd a closed-casket