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
Those of y'all watchin' at home, this when the callin'
The irony, had to make an online purchase
Well, now y'all 'bout to see I got in store 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, bring that picture to life: virtual reality
I'm on his heels, a shadow be
me
Got me workin' around all of these scrubs: Grey's
lit for him!
I'm the fire the gasoline
him up, I send right through him, like the bladder clean
things!
Doctor's office, waitin' too long: the magazine!
15 on his head, let the ratchet scream
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 runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy was after me"
Man up!
war time? We movin' rapidly
But grab that shotgun casually
Loadin' up the 12...shit like the remote need batteries!
Y'all watchin' at home? This gon' be what it to be
a strategy
Arm off the waist, now the free
Watch him get served the 'Net: Andre Agassi!
You gah-bage!
You barely above average
nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin' savage
Nigga 'bout as as a couple laughin'...
Look at fuckin' fashion!
nigga, but a lucky bastard!
See, moms was a fiend
Your pops in the fuckin' attic!
But you even know his name
We don't his fuckin' status!
My gloves off! yo' passion!
You wanna box, but line directed at you
punches gon' be Everlastin'!
I'm the action!
grip the four off the waist...
Condom broke: lookin' like I got Raw by mistake!
(What!? What!?)
I naïve! Volume 3, I'm wit' the shits
Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist
Y'all me sick
Scared of Brizz? Y'all takin'
Whoever says me chicken be talkin' an Asian dish
I the script
Don't believe in the God: I'm an
Machete King? Well, copy that, like a
My machete my opportunity, I'll 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 y'all
Dirty niggas, just outside, don't even wash up
Bar for bar, I could coast anyone that y'all dial up
Child,
He been on a Volume That's why y'all fooled
food
I come WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms
wit' me, nigga, my mission is to kill
You seasoned, correct? Sound like my mission is a meal
If Raw around, think cookout wit' the steel...
Shit, it's a matter of time 'til somethin' hit the grill!
I Chef, you ain't support your brother
You was missin'!
Ave battled Shine, you 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 fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much...
You Bobby in New Edition!
You only battle top '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!
got me battlin' a fuckboy
Everywhere I go, I my weight and my nuts, boy!
Your big homie even 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, 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 they gon' bring in to try to take my crown
No, a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down
Round 1
You know I to chalk him out
I'll look him dead in his and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?"
Wavy!

[Round 1: Brizz
Thought I was for a minute...
But I was fallin' back, my bread
They called me with Mike...I loaded up cases of
He called me and back out, like, "Bro, I wasn't straight in the
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 my head
Like, "He get killed every battle, so I guess I gotta up the dead."
So how it feel,
'Cause see, you the hype
And a battle I don't need or like
give a championship match to a nigga who don't even fight!
For beatin' you, lil' bitch, I even receive nostripes!
only here to see yo' faggot ass go..."He nonice!"
What grown man you go, "He nonice"
Turn his to the side and say, "Me nolike!?"
the finger-wave!
Bitch nigga, these finger waves!
Matter fact, yo' faggot ass will go let some nigga's finger wave!
most ridiculous!
You rap tough, but I know bitches!
I'll the biscuit!
let it WAVE in your 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 him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific

[Tay

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

I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it gets so
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 time I see Wavy, I'm
I see food (seafood), I'll let a shell peel off: I steam
Wavy get murked, face on a shirt:
Wit' these in the face, no, he not finna play no defense
When you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous,
'Cause you the type nigga that's only in certain cases
I'll break yo' fuckin' neck in 30
You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the is shakin' and it burst the pavement
You first replacement
ain't feel you was worth the payment
You a that's fakin'
How worse it make it, you only named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken?
Fuck the shit!
He gon' talk the gun clips and how the guns fit
But real Brooklyn niggas said you was on no gun shit
nigga, but in the streets, never done shit
And the lane he chosen, so I'm lame-exposin'
Before battle rap and your Wavy moments, bitch, your name was Joseph
Yeah, what, ain't know?
Before Mr. Wavy, said the bitch was gay
We ain't know him: he was Mr. Maybe
These all pretend
Tonight, it all end
I'll his jaw for him
The knife blade off in him
see it stickin' out of Wav' (wave) like a dolphin fin!
And then...the body do a 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 right the chin
I'm in Florida,
Thanks to Smack and this bargain
I pull 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 cap'll ya
have to take a knee like Kaepernick
Or step wit' a 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) American Eagles by
I got a in here!
Long spear, stabbed in your face the jaw tear!
I'll have pieces of it all the couch like dog hairs
Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: 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 if you care 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 to God, the .40 put a hole 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 those badass kids that was nobody's child?
They tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then the Sega now
What's wit'chu?
It's time to a picture, you doin' weird shit when you take a smile
wrong wit'chu?
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 eggs at
Weird be tough to y'all
pop off, they run prob'ly
Lame niggas get a little fame and views, then think they
Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, Machete that"
Nigga, if one option, I'm gun-shoppin'
I shit my way!
That four-fif', .50-cal', Eag' - I can't make up my mind!
got the nine-tre
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
'Cause we gon' open it, what's in it, then disappear
Real shit, I'm immature
Try to run out the crib, they find you in the morgue
Think tickets to a SMACK event, how I him wit' the four
Fuck online, if you could get him ('em) at the door!
Y'all want more!? The clip curl like a on it
I'll this niggas rounds!
Ain't you about
Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed nigga now
But don't when you buy seafood, you weigh it by the POUND?!

[Mr.
said you was authentic wit' that raw tape
See, I was in the
Shit had my niggas stupid...
No, what's authentic is gettin' whipped
And when we see Raw taped, we ain't bumpin' this nigga
Hostage situation, call shit
We just need clothes for the body: this a mall
I hearin' 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