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 callin'
The irony, y'all had to an online purchase
Well, now y'all 'bout to see what I got in for him
Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen" for?
I'll cut Brizz, then serve raw
This a
Any nigga get in my way become a
Matter fact, let's bring that picture to life: reality
I'm on his heels, a shadow be
me
Got me around all of these scrubs: Grey's Anatomy
lit for him!
I'm the hittin' the gasoline
Line him up, I send right through him, like the clean
things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too long: the magazine!
15 on his head, let the ratchet scream
Eyes squinted like the
Fuck it! I do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's!
I said, Trez hit, now you the in the faculty
Don't be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was me"
Man up!
It's war time? We rapidly
But I'll that shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the remote batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? This be what it have to be
It's a
Arm off the waist, now the free
Watch him get served the 'Net: Andre Agassi!
You gah-bage!
You barely fuckin' average
nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin' savage
Nigga 'bout as as a couple laughin'...
Look at your fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, moms was a fiend
Your nutted in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't know his name
We know his fuckin' status!
My off! Fuck yo' passion!
You wanna box, but each line at you
These punches 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 the shits
Since Mike P take the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all me sick
of Brizz? Y'all takin' hits
Whoever me chicken gotta be talkin' an Asian dish
I the script
Don't believe in the I'm an atheist
Machete Well, copy that, like a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll make a
I ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I gotta take a wrist(risk)
But y'all
I get star-struck by y'all 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 before? why y'all fooled
Dawg
I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small
Play wit' me, nigga, my mission is to
You been seasoned, correct? Sound like my is a meal
If Raw food around, think wit' the steel...
Shit, it's just a of time 'til 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'!
always one nigga out of the group that fuck wit' 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!
got me battlin' a fuckboy
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
I'll take his bottom 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 the aisle: we in the meat section!
Another nigga they bring in to try to take my crown
No, you'se a du-rag - they you here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down
That's 1
You know I came to him out
look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

[Round 1: Rawsteen]
Thought I was for a minute...
But I was back, makin' my bread
They called me Mike...I loaded up cases of lead
He called me and out, like, "Bro, I wasn't straight in the head
I know I called you out battle, bu-but I wasn't takin' my meds
really ain't what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, Wavy instead..."
I responded, started shakin' my
Like, "He get every battle, so I guess I gotta wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
'Cause see, you need the
And this a battle I don't need or
They a championship match 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 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 nigga's finger wave!
This ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I know bitches!
hold 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 for bitches
I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it gets so

Roc]

(*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 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 food (seafood), I'll let a shell peel off: I shrimp
Wavy get murked, face on a shirt:
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 good in certain
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 replacement
ain't feel you was worth the payment
You a bird fakin'
How much worse it make it, you only yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
the dumb shit!
He gon' talk about the gun clips and how the fit
But real Brooklyn 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 battle rap and Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was Joseph
Yeah, what, ain't know?
Before Mr. Wavy, they the bitch was gay
We ain't know about him: he was Mr.
niggas all pretend
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 body do a flip!
I hope they all could
I hammer heads: gon' look like a SHARK bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and up right across the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to Smack and this horrible
I gotta pull a long out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
Keep it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a
(*pop*) A nick ya
You'll have to take a knee like
Or wit' a cane like a Kappa nigga!
I'll put your face 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 by Lids
I got a in here!
Long spear, in your face 'til the jaw tear!
I'll pieces of it all over the couch like dog hairs
Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: ain't pallbearers
I'll put that 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 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
turn

[Round 2: Mr.
Hold on...let's to him...
Don't Brizz look like one of those badass kids that was favorite child?
They tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, break the Sega now
What's wit'chu?
It's time to take a picture, you doin' weird when you take a smile
What's wit'chu?
Now you let yo' spray...
Skully er'ry battle, lookin' like the from The PJs
nigga...
But you be talkin' like you a G in the - who said that?
You the type we see in the hood, we throwin' at
Weird niggas be to y'all
Shit pop off, run prob'ly
Lame niggas get a little fame and views, think they somebody
Brizz Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, 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!
It's different
Ain't no 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 want all to listen clear
we gon' open it, check what's in it, then disappear
Real shit, I'm really
Try to run out the crib, they gon' you in the morgue
Think tickets to a SMACK event, how I split him 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 this niggas rounds!
Ain't you about
Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed this now
But don't when you buy seafood, you gotta it by the POUND?!

[Mr.
Niggas said you was authentic that raw tape
See, I was in the
Shit had my goin' stupid...
No, what's authentic is Brizz gettin'
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't this nigga music
Hostage situation, don't shit
We just need clothes for the body: 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
Throat
I was tryna leave his missin' like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd rather a