Luyện nghe bài hát Brizz Rawsteen vs. Mr. Wavy

[Round 1: Mr.
It took him a to accept this battle, ain't no applaud for him
Those of y'all 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, then serve raw
a tragedy
Any get in my way become a casualty
Matter fact, bring that picture to life: virtual reality
I'm on his heels, like a be
me
Got me workin' around all of these Grey's Anatomy
lit for him!
I'm the fire the gasoline
Line him up, I send right through him, like the clean
things!
Doctor's office, too long: grab the magazine!
15 on his head, let the ratchet scream
Eyes squinted like the
Fuck it! I could do two for 20: 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 movin'
But grab that shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit look the remote need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? gon' be what it have to be
a strategy
Arm off the waist, now the free
Watch him get served over the 'Net: 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 your fashion!
Dirty nigga, but a bastard!
See, moms was a fiend
Your pops in the fuckin' attic!
But you don't even know his
We don't know his status!
My gloves off! yo' passion!
You wanna box, but line directed at you
These gon' 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 the shits
Since Mike P ain't the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all make me
Scared of Y'all takin' hits
Whoever says me chicken gotta be an Asian dish
I made the
Don't in the God: I'm an atheist
Machete King? Well, copy that, like a
My machete my opportunity, make a wish
I ain't ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I take a wrist(risk)
But y'all
I never get star-struck by 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 That's why y'all fooled
food
I from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms
Play wit' me, nigga, my mission is to
You been seasoned, Sound like my mission is a meal
If Raw food around, cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's just a matter of 'til somethin' hit the grill!
I battled Chef, you ain't support brother
You was missin'!
Ave battled Shine, you ain't your brother!
You was distant!
Tay Roc battled Stay, you packed bags!
You was trippin'!
It's one nigga out of the group that fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Bobby in New Edition!
You only top names 'cause you got a top name stampin' him
Who ampin'
I it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the People's Champion
But you suck, boy!
Y'all got me a fuckboy
I go, I hold my weight and my nuts, boy!
Your big don't even love you
That nigga love
You Tay Roc boy
Get cut, boy! The Gs him
I'll take his 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 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the section!
Another nigga 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
That's 1
You I came to chalk him out
I'll look him in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

1: Brizz Rawsteen]
Thought I was for a minute...
But I was fallin' back, my bread
They called me with Mike...I up cases of lead
He called me and back out, like, "Bro, I wasn't in the head
I know I called you out battle, bu-but I wasn't takin' my meds
That ain't what I meant."
Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, Wavy instead..."
I responded, started my head
Like, "He get killed every battle, so I guess I wake up the dead."
So how it feel,
see, you need the hype
And this a battle I need or like
give a championship match to a nigga who don't even fight!
For beatin' you, lil' bitch, I won't receive nostripes!
They only 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' faggot ass will go let some nigga's finger wave!
most ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I they bitches!
hold the biscuit!
I'll let it WAVE in your FACE, 'til you get sickness!
The TEC and the bread!? Well, that's in bed
I'll catch him sleepin', and pop up the toast for bitches
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' Twork - it gets so specific
You'll catch a Bald 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 shell off: I steam shrimp
Wavy get murked, face on a screen-print
Wit' shots in the face, no, he not finna play no defense
When you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous,
'Cause you the nigga that's only good in certain cases
I'll break yo' fuckin' neck in 30
You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is shakin' and it burst the
You Mike's replacement
ain't feel you was worth the payment
You a bird fakin'
How much worse it make it, you named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
the dumb shit!
He gon' about the gun clips and how the guns fit
But real niggas said you never was on no gun shit
Check-scam nigga, but in the streets, done shit
And this the lane he chosen, so I'm
Before battle rap and Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was Joseph
Yeah, what, y'all ain't
Mr. Wavy, they said the bitch was gay
We ain't know about he was Mr. Maybe
These all pretend
Tonight, it all end
break his jaw for him
The blade breakin' off in him
You'll see it stickin' out of Wav' (wave) a dolphin fin!
And then...the do a dolphin flip!
I hope all could swim
I hammer 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 Smack and this horrible
I gotta pull a nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin
Joseph! JO-JO!
it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a nigga
(*pop*) A nick ya
You'll have to a knee like Kaepernick
Or step wit' a like a Kappa nigga!
I'll put your face through the wall: Casper niggas!
let Raw in here
Big guns, I got 'em all in
All you may see is (Macy's) American Eagles by
I got a in here!
Long spear, stabbed in face 'til the jaw tear!
I'll have pieces of it all over the couch dog hairs
Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: they ain't
I'll put that on the floor on all fours, and tell her, "Crawl here!"
Aw, yeah!
Joseph, I don't give a if you care or not
Tell Joe I got a Cuban link that'll tear a
And put a scar on his face Cuban 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.
Hold on...let's to him...
Don't Brizz like one of those badass kids that was nobody's favorite child?
They you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then break the Sega now
What's wrong
It's time to take a picture, you doin' weird shit when you a smile
What's wrong
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 niggas be tough to
pop off, they run prob'ly
Lame niggas get a little fame and views, then 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', Eag' - I can't make up my mind!
got the nine-tre
I'm fightin' devices like 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 all y'all to listen clear
we gon' open it, check what's in it, then disappear
Real shit, I'm immature
Try to run out the crib, gon' find you in the morgue
tickets to a SMACK event, how I split him wit' the four
Fuck waitin' online, if you get him ('em) at the door!
Y'all want more!? The clip like a shrimp on it
I'll this niggas rounds!
you about 140?
Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed this now
But don't you buy seafood, you gotta weigh it by the POUND?!

[Mr.
Niggas said you was authentic that raw tape
See, I was in the
had my niggas goin' stupid...
No, authentic is Brizz gettin' whipped
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't this nigga music
Hostage situation, don't shit
We just need clothes for the body: this a mall
I been a lot of "2-1 Brizz"
That's cool - let me explore
This right hand to one (2-1) - now his jaw hit
Let dawg trip, big-ass blade - fuck you this?
Throat
I was tryna leave his neck missin' Norbes' shit!
Nah, I'd a closed-casket