Luyện nghe bài hát Brizz Rawsteen vs. Mr. Wavy

[Round 1: Mr.
It took him a while to accept battle, ain't no applaud for him
Those of y'all at home, this when the Lord callin'
The irony, had to make 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 get in my way become a casualty
Matter fact, let's that picture to life: virtual 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 through him, like the bladder clean
things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too grab the magazine!
Drop 15 on his head, let the ratchet
Eyes squinted like the
it! I could do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's!
I said, Trez hit, now you the in the faculty
Don't be to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was after me"
Man up!
It's war time? We rapidly
But I'll grab that shotgun
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 over the 'Net: Agassi!
You gah-bage!
You barely above fuckin'
It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this savage
Nigga 'bout as as a couple laughin'...
Look at fuckin' fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, your moms was a
Your pops in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't even know his
We know his fuckin' status!
My off! Fuck yo' passion!
You wanna box, but each directed at you
These punches be Everlastin'!
I'm the action!
I'll grip the off the waist...
Condom broke: lookin' like I got Raw by mistake!
(What!? What!?)
I ain't naïve! Volume 3, I'm wit' the
Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all me sick
Scared of Brizz? Y'all hits
Whoever says me chicken gotta be an Asian dish
I made the
Don't believe in the God: I'm an
Machete King? Well, that, like a plagiarist
My machete my opportunity, I'll make a
I ain't ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I gotta a wrist(risk)
But tough?
I never get star-struck by fucks
Dirty niggas, just come outside, don't wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast wit' that y'all dial up
Child,
He been on a Volume before? why y'all fooled
food
I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these rooms
wit' me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You been seasoned, correct? Sound like my is a meal
If Raw food around, cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, just a matter 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 your bags!
You was trippin'!
It's always one nigga out of the group that fuck Roc(k) way too much...
You Bobby in New Edition!
You only battle top names you got a top name stampin' him
Who him?
I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the Champion
But you suck, boy!
got me battlin' a fuckboy
Everywhere I go, I hold my and my nuts, boy!
Your big homie don't 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: this a C-section!
him!
Keep
keep cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section!
Another nigga they gon' bring in to try to take my
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
I'll look him 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, makin' my
They called me with Mike...I loaded up 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 every battle, so I guess I gotta wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
see, you need the hype
And this a battle I don't need or
They give a match to a nigga who don't even fight!
For beatin' you, lil' bitch, I won't even nostripes!
only here to see yo' faggot ass go..."He nonice!"
What man you know go, "He nonice"
his body to the side and say, "Me nolike!?"
the finger-wave!
Bitch nigga, these 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 your FACE, 'til you get sickness!
The TEC and the bread!? Well, breakfast in bed
catch him sleepin', and pop up wit' the toast for bitches
I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it so specific

[Tay

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

I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it so specific
catch 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 (seafood), I'll let a shell peel off: I steam shrimp
Wavy get murked, face on a screen-print
Wit' these shots in the face, no, he not finna play no
When you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous,
'Cause you the nigga that's only good in certain cases
break yo' fuckin' neck in 30 places
You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the is shakin' and it burst the pavement
You Mike's first
Smack ain't feel you was worth the
You a that's fakin'
How much worse it make it, you only named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was
Fuck the 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 your Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was
Yeah, what, ain't know?
Before Mr. Wavy, they said the was gay
We ain't know about him: he was Mr.
niggas all pretend
Tonight, it all end
break his jaw for him
The knife blade off in him
You'll see it stickin' out of (wave) like a dolphin fin!
And then...the do a dolphin flip!
I hope all could swim
I hammer heads: gon' look like a SHARK bit him!
When the Hawk get him, and raise up right the chin
I'm in Florida,
to Smack and this horrible bargain
I gotta pull a long nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a nigga
(*pop*) A nick ya
have to take a knee like Kaepernick
Or step a cane like a Kappa nigga!
I'll put your through the wall: 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, in your face 'til the jaw tear!
I'll have pieces of it all the couch like dog hairs
Tell ya bitch have six niggas 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 link that'll 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, 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 those badass kids that was favorite child?
They tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then the Sega now
What's wit'chu?
It's to take a picture, you doin' weird shit when you take a smile
What's wit'chu?
Now you let yo' spray...
Skully er'ry battle, like the crackhead from The PJs
nigga...
But you be talkin' you a G in the hood - who said that?
You the type we see in the hood, we eggs at
Weird niggas be to y'all
Shit pop off, run prob'ly
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!
four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I can't make up my mind!
They got the
I'm fightin' over like Black Friday!
different here
Ain't no 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 clear
'Cause we gon' open it, check what's in it, then
Real shit, I'm immature
Try to run out the crib, they gon' find you in the
Think tickets to a event, how I split him wit' the four
waitin' online, if you could get him ('em) at the door!
Y'all want more!? The curl like a shrimp on it
I'll give niggas rounds!
Ain't you about
Salmon, shrimp, they to feed this nigga now
But don't when you buy seafood, you gotta 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 is Brizz gettin' whipped
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't bumpin' nigga music
Hostage situation, don't shit
We just need for the body: this a mall trip
I been a lot of "2-1 Brizz"
That's cool - let me explore
This right to one (2-1) nigga - now his jaw hit
Let dawg trip, big-ass blade - fuck you call
slice
I was tryna leave his neck like Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd a closed-casket