Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Trez]
I say, you sense that, Loso? The beside ya
It's a feelin'
And that lil' chill you got is the sins in your soul spillin'
See I don't care imaginary gun bars, they give me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you with religion, you know Christians did the most killin'
You can't help me or talk to me, you just gon' be how I reply
ya hand out and you'll lose it, as well as ya life: I'm Denzel in The Book Of Eli
Scotty was Training Day, He Got Game, but look, bitch, it's my fuckin' turf
Get sent to on your Savior's bus, and really see what Jesus' shuttle's worth (Shuttlesworth)
I'm highly pissed, miss me with all that godly
For the fans with the pay-per-view, they chose to buy this
Y'all watchin' me put a 30 on cam': this that hit
We in Florida, I beat yo' ass in yo'
The fist hurt his face, then I use the
But we in Orlando, so if this land (Disneyland), we in the perfect place
Nah, I got the to pray
I let off a round a .38
Universal globe, the'll revolve(r) 'round you
talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face real tiers
Even Ryda, P, Prep, some fire mid tiers
So I'm not about facin' you and your savior
I feel fear
Plus, I already stood in of JC once...and I'm still here!
Aye, me, you wouldn't be here tonight, bitch
I brung Shine to that league that and gave you life, bitch
But when I dipped, you got hype quick and all praise to Christ, shit
Nigga I'ma ya god, I you the Pen to write wit'
Who's child is this? Oh, John's?
Well, I'mma do you foul, bitch
Y'all see me debate a Bull (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather draw on some shit
[?] bitch, ain't no in ya type
You was watchin' Of The Christ
I was in fights, to put passion in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let that nigga start actin' hype
'Cause these Hollows body shit: won't be no classic tonight!
Aye look up, better that man controllin' your faith
They wanna know if I'm gonna the Al Capone curse
I was before the shirt went over my shoulders today
Evil as fuck, we can go to the fade
You ain't peep the latest
Nigga, Smack condone bringin' smoke to the
Nigga, cock the shit, won't even pop the shit
He gets hit wit' the heat, rock his
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't stop the shit 'til the complete
Just a ratchet, back and forth with Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap like for real, think harder
You come across gettin' stoned, and that PCP got fiends walkin' on water
We got good [?], hella white like religion, see it's very true
too much difference, hell we even got Mary too
But this situation like baseball, oh that ain't to no one?
Well I was locked up so off the bat I Strike but now that I'm home: run
This the major league and you can't take Chef place
I'm not pitchin' you B.S., but all it take is 3 Of Thangs and you won't make it to your next plate
nigga got a lot of faith, it's just somethin' I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he where he was goin' when he died, Smack
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! yeah cause I shot the out him
Ya niggas, I 'em
Then the is sparkin'
A switchblade, now y'all can go from Four to the Headless
Now stick wit' me, he might use a 3 Of Them Thangs bar and talk about the Holy
But I don't got a father, son or a holy spirit so it don't shit to me
You ain't
Who said Chef won't kill him?
See he y'all convincin' like he's righteous like that's gon' get it
But you preach, get what you want, then leave, that's why the Chef don't feel him
Once he get the check, Christian jet, I see the Creflo winnin'

[Round 1:
said this is long overdue, you know it was only a matter of time till you had to face me
Prolly cause this is like
You know battle rappers always come to me after having roughs with JC
I said, up, Trez?
They shoulda you I'm not one you wanna see in the ring
No weapon formed against me prosper, while He is the King
I dare you, intervene, hit me with the D.E. or the beam
I got the Father, Son and Holy Gh...you right that's 3 Of Thangs
Take a hint fool, "notice" I'm at your door like the due
If you wanna bring War to (water) me keep it bottled up, that's a Flint
You should've been knew, every popular name I them too nice
See my domination is a constellation, I line stars up and show you what an animal look like
Oh you still pissed off my brother? Why? Cause I ain't earn your
I went to your and started cooking, I see why you took it "Personal Chef"
Well let's learn from the
I'm talkin' A. Ward, Street Hymns, Saga, you'll be ranked before us
Why am I giving him a
his name's Chef, this exactly where I'm suppose to place my order
They tell me "Oh no, Loso, we think a phase."
I'm enlightening the crowd as go crazy, they think it's a "rave"
I went to Atlanta, took over the Bullpen, thinking I'm "Brave"
really putting on for GA? Me! Think it's a game
But you know I stopped all that I murdered RBE's legend killer
No wonder why they this bro
The Lord enhanced me, Ramsey
They figured I'd Chef once they saw me cooking Show
I em, Brother Trez Brother Trez, you saw me win every battle and knew you never pass me with rappin'
You showed your heart, they ain't even gotta ask me what
Rosa Parks: he wanted me to take a seat for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a way, made him step it up
Now everybody thinking that this special
In other words, all that gore made (gourmet) Chef start cooking on a high
But we amazed, how you quick with rhymes and the boy
But lately, it's TSA: we skip your and get bored quick
Boy, I'mma sure pick, you wanna why the kid ain't impress? Prolly cause you ain't never cooked in a literal sense
I'm talking biblical text, five loaves, two fish, my God's the original
And Typical? Yes
Every you let the 'matic pop
And y'all be letting that trash fly like shock
No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't even have half the of your captain Roc
All of New York knew what time it was I got the call
I made from the Apple Watch
Wait wait wait, that's a popular for the rebuttal king
You know he try to scheme the store
Like, next round he gonna fix it with a about a MAC- no wonder you never had a "Genius Bar"
You hear this "Loso all performance like Hitman, he ain't really spitting no ether."
But why bring up pen?
Yo's (Jalapenos) ain't got that much to it either
This diva was reflux, gassed up cause he was frying Chess (chest)
But I can care less if your 16's deadly, are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper here would say something about the Iron Chef
Or how should've gave me Iron, Chef
But since that ain't it chief, I'm eyeing
You get it? The word "chief" you put an "i" in (iron) "Chef"
Boy try your best, I ain't respecting bum
Outta all my real homies, you was the one
Just like a fake friend, they wanna see you good but never better than them
They said begun, am I the nicest Christian?
Well question is dumb
Mother Teresa got the top spot, only cause I'm second to (Nun)
You better refund, every line how you packed heat in the back street where it's
But why would I care about your rap sheet when my rap sheets wrap sheets around talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, every time I went to Georgia I didn't leave until your state was mine
That's why I got charisma, punches and a flow cold
I knew you was gonna lose round 1, I just came here so you lose your soul

2: Chef Trez]
I say the first hurt him but the round set him down when shots hit him
I heard him prayin' and over
I thought he was Christian, now I'm on the spot
He done to God like four times, I'd shoot again but the shot missin'
By the fifth prayer a cap hit his head, I Salat with him
I got him at gun point, two burners but don't worry both gon'
First the fo' fo' wave I aim like Fabolous album, the fifth Loso's Way
Aye you prayin', sayin' you a Christian, won't get you this one
That's a silly
Nigga always talkin' "God got him."
Baow, now He do
War, famine, conquest, death, some of the things that the 4 Horsemen
So with them lines, how the fuck that tie y'all Christian God?
Oh I get it, collecting tithes battle leagues, fuckin' vultures
And really are here to destroy, the fuckin' culture
no respect, I mean how could I respect frauds
You gotta tithes, I can't miss this collect call
I suit up for war, you up cause you think the look is good
You read the book, my niggas gettin' booked for good
Nigga you dodge death, it ain't Chef Trez no more, it's God's Chef
If you understand, nod "yes"
See bein' hard headed gon' get yo' stretched
I keep that as close as you keep a Bible and the irony
As soon as I let it open you God next
See how my mind in a dirty
like, "Trez, you gon' hear Loso with a .38
And give a the best PG he can ask for, the Pearly Gates."
And I say off rip I let the blow
It is like TSA I check niggas if I that there's any smoke
But yo Smack, you even screened this nigga
You just tryin' to him a spot
I had to go to war and earn mine, that's the difference in
You sayin' I lost all my battles on URL and I get to the top
I'm Nino on the roof, all these tiers I but my brother, I'm still the one givin' the shot
gon' do? Pray for me? Well let's see if it reach a demon
As soon as you bow ya head you drop, of these are swingin'
First punch by the cross, Jesus treatment
Then the Second since that's somethin' that he believe in
When I was up it was all love, I was screamin' "Fuck Satan."
Then it into bein' a trunk raiser, reachin' for pumps, gun blazers
Ain't have a choice, cause for no reason niggas front page ya
So what prayer?
How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I have one, like Chuck Taylors
Loso! We ain't alike in shit, ain't nothin' even
All that fuckin'
You can't tell them 'bout me nothin' secret
But I'll clutch and squeeze it, up close and personal with a he bleedin'
It everywhere, I guess I'm holy now, cause I'm covered with the blood of Jesus
Aye, I'm startin' it, Transformin' shit, liftin' arms again
Adam and Eve, no these don't need, that's some retarded
and Goliath, nah for this situation that's an awkward fit
I'm Peter and Paul for cause once he gets split, he'll never be able to eat wit' y'all again
I say time again, I think like Loso don't what time it is
I'm an original here, the father in this
No with this
Oh no one can beat you but a few? I guess I'm one of the guys that fit
Y'all really want God bodied? they had to book a nigga that fit in that 5%
They say it's a white, black and a brown
Nigga all that let me know is y'all never really found
Nigga, I'll have you X-Box'ed in the ground, nigga faith
We known to like a Genesis, think it's a game, keep up, wait
I'll give him 30 seconds, he better be gone in ten tho (Nintendo) guns spray
P.S. the .4 wavin', but I gotta for you to get the update
I say my nigga we battled some of the same people, but kid trippin'
They battled me of respect
They battled you for a check, that's a big
It's a beast in you, but you won't unleash him yet and what you need to do
You all this time tryin' to make them believe in Him
When you need to 'em believe in you

2: Loso]
Now you know neither one of us gone right, we both gon' win
I mean you battled in Atlanta, I in Atlanta
You got a Hispanic name, I got a Hispanic first name
Santrez we're
Aye but we separate, I won't clown you for it, like you did JC and his dance issues
Went to said you wanna fight Myers cause y'all ain't battle at Summer Madness 7
Wait, wasn't that you and Dan's
Boy we had a witchu
It was Trez, Loso, Riggz, Newz, we so dominant
Both conquering, showing we can get a without a coke sponsorship
believe the hype around us, even tho most doubted it
They saw Johnny us, and thought we had a cult following
I was so bothered when Santrez left, I said San was a beast, my man in the streets, had to watch him get 30'd over and over and just stand in defeat, it's no point for me to kill him, Understand I mean, Sure After Wavy washed you, this is like me bringing San (Sand) to the beach
What we talking bout, How you aim and bang, "and these cans gon get me if I'm sleeping on you", boy it's the same old same
Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" with the gang?
I don't wanna hear non of "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the same
Mayne, that was crazy right? You see how I really got all mans hatin'
Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy, that was me takin' a little at your gas station
Boy this past
Aye Smack what you after boy? A lght
Vice Versa, I see why you in a Pastor, Troy
Boy you noise, always wanna play the victim of how you got placed in prison
now the father ain't forgive him
Boy you got all these and you just wanna make decisions
You got all these questions for God
BOW! Go have a conversation him
Wait wait
I know Twork's there like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, can't you see we of prayin' different?
I that man, "Bow, go have a conversation with him."
Do you even decisions?
Or you just gonna Roc's shadow with your plans in his hands?
Funny we saw Tay (saute) cook and knew Chef's career was a in the pan
Boy I at this man
When he told Chess, "I'll put in (chest), and take it out Chess (chest)
I'll put it in Chess (inches), and take it out (inches)."
Now I don't play Trez, and I don't hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez, that was gay
The hell was going through mind when you wrote that?
That's the type of stuff you kick
Well that it man
What Jesus do?
I'ma (w)rap about it a wristband
You should've it mellow (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) like a Knicks' fan
Why let the fifth blam? in a small room, I had to get them Clips Banned
Cause it was on my goals, like Shawn in The 6th Man
Boy!
I split San' talk like a man lil boy, ain't no if ands
But this will slowly in after I make it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you what it is fam'
Let me set the table for Chef cause plate is a course to be told
worryin' if we were spoon fed my brother
Why are you at a fork in the road?
See your brand is tied to URL your craft to these folks
You are in a glorified PG but be bragging the most
Only in small leagues are you known
But how you got a "Chef" and can't find the right recipe for a Summer Madness or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

Lemme make real vivid
You were the main at Spit Dat Heat and only 20 in attendance?
You mean to tell me the Chef was selling Mill (meal) tickets?
Boy listen
He hatin' on my to the top
And prolly now he feels dumb
But it's the 10 plagues in the Bible
at first blood was in denial (the Nile), but I ended it when I had to kill son
I'ma real one, with charisma and a flow that's cold
I you you was gonna lose round 2
Don't worry, you not lose your soul

[Round 3: Trez]
The fact that you think you any damage to me is playin' my fuckin' mind
You really think I sleep takin' this battle? Are you fuckin' fried?
I already had my biggest on Smack
Nigga I was done with mine the moment I hoped off stage after my brother
Whatchu gon' say? I never made a N.O.M.E. or Summer
Well get it clear
I dealt with three deaths in June, I definitely summer madness this year
Now play Swear To God
Swear To God while I was locked up you wasn't on makin' posts
And Swear To God when I found out I called you, you wasn't on the phone like a hoe
Swear To God you ain't almost turn your back on John after every-
You know what? I talked to God this so it don't even matter
I said, "You jump between me and Loso smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now this one. Cause Verb the guardian angles duck."
He the gun I had and said, "Loso got this one."
Wait a minute, wasn't the Bible rewrote multiple
And y'all thinkin' that book true?
we had attachments on sub .9's
So shit we even changed how the (TECs) looked too
But sometimes, your God be tryin' to save from me
Like, "Nah, I shouldn't it today."
Cause He said, "Thou not sin (send)" and I did, 'bout six bullets his way
That's one for each day it took your God was inventin' this place
But He's speakin' I'm supposed to listen? Okay
How He gon' me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't even keep a bitch in her
My little brother drown, a day my homie got shot and killed
A few months big brother got shot, I'm like, "Nah this not for real."
I'm missin' events in the box with
Thinkin' how bro died in that coma or how Gunnar lost his life holdin' his child, but your God is
I'm suppose to in him and give praise 'til my eyes shut?
Nigga, the whole he was fixin' ya life, he was fuckin' mine up
You was in your room thinkin', writin' raps in your
I was in my room thinkin', rap in a cell
You was on Google Bible scriptures trapped in a cell
I was behind them bars like sim card, trapped in, to a cell
Aye, but keep makin' up and watch these cats get buried
burners, bitch I wish the one that hit my brother was imaginary
Aye but fuck it, get imaginary then
Baow! Now y'all can an imaginary friend
You a hypocrite, [?] bitch get sent to the
I say wanna be cocky, this a nigga, a bitch and some more
Wannabe gangsta, can't fit in, you won't get the support
He soft, if I the religious bitch it prolly smell like Christian Dior
We was to battle awhile ago
You had fans like, "How you got Chef?"
But nothin' will ever stop God's plan, So there's nothin' you can do to dodge death
Fuck it, .38 snub, tell him to try to dodge
You goin' to but what usually happens after the nose blow? God bless!
They say you never lost and I won
suckers trippin'
Me and him, when it come to competition there's somethin'
A the best in the world and held my own, you see the fuckin' difference?
You battled decent and it be close to an Edge
But oh I get it, the Christian
Aye didn't you win a in the UK?
Nigga god damn, you brung that to America
Cause at N.O.M.E. we ain't much against against Scott land (Scotland)
Aw man, and what's up chasin' Twork? You don't deserve it
Stop duckin' these new niggas and actin' nervous
Aye Twork, think I his pride, but he ain't gon' look alive
BAOW! off the top of his head now we can look inside!
Aye, I'm in a place
I'll spray and have hittin' ya girl
After I gun ya face
Now you with judgement day cause that's the end of your world
That's enough, you hand wit' a beast
They it a pen, it sound like you complainin' to me
They say, "He Christian", I couldn't tell after he got hit in his with the heat
He got his head wrapped, I made the nigga his beliefs
You tryin' to get paid for quotin' a Bible? that is a crook
This ain't a library, why you tryin' to get a out a book?
Man

[Round 3:
Now to prepare for this battle, I sat
And begun to
I knew son was
But I read Luke 8:17 and
Whatever happens in the dark, is bound to to light
Oh you better to fight
They "Loso can only beat Chef Trez if he freestyle"
funny I don't see how
My got two holes through his wrist, one in his feet
I'm when I'm trustin' in them three rounds
Boy this a beat
You wanna be like Christ on the Cross then act
The point is I can (still) assist you with boards like a stat stuffer
You just started views right?
Then why you to brag brother?
You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) it's right I bring you to your Last Supper
Here's the facts
Back then, I was with the substance
And 'til day!, I was wilder with the punches
Aye for months in, I seen that you was barkin' with ya
And San' lot (Sandlot) of games my dawgs (dogs) take offense (off fence) to
Wait, wait,

In round 1, I was too great I blacked

This it's wack, me that Trez the winner
If that's the case, why they not with ya?
Cause ya content move the crowds it's extra filler
You just a different character feeding us the stuff like a Pez Dispenser
Oh you the best,
Well you gotta learn the
That's why I be crematin' these broke rappers, so they can earn (urn) a livin'
You want worthless digits?
Life is more racks in a back pack handed in front your peers
Cause when the sky crack, He might shake hand but He ain't giving out Champion Of The Year
Let's make it clear, you don't for the burner, then hit each witness

This risky,
Y'all thinkin' that this guy better, well I'll
Get checked by a kid if you try mister (trimester)
1,2,1,2, get his side severed,
I side bet them,but why let up?
Cause blood don't stop you gotta apply pressure
Boy my era, so you gotta see me Twork
You was on the road to success until you seen me
Now my we, seem weak, but I bet he beat these jerks
A. Ward to him!

[A.
Aye bro I would but Norbes I gotta do a PG first

A PG?
I wanted you to rap on your own
A-a-a P-? Ohhhh, you mean a battle at
Yeeeeah, I've grown to take battles that are dope and displayin' this nice
You a battle cause you're broke, and ain't finished payin' ya light bill
See I might feel, like I can do this
Ice this with an easy if the cadence ruthless
Why'd you team up this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't 80's music
Now watch the tables turn for Chef that's a Susan
Listen, you stupid, if you tyin' to listen to my words so you can rebuttal it tonight
But if you really wanna prove my round why don't you rebuttal it with ya life?
Case and
When you hear bad news you the chrome and go
When I hear Bad I'm praying on the phone with bro
See I ain't tryin' to no stones, and I know that's not tough
But maybe we'd respect you if you weren't glorifying the life that got my homeboy shot up
You still a little kid
You think you can go through what we go through and still be the faith?
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he last a week with the Saints
It's getting deep in this
With these battle rappers, and their standards
Claiming "God didn't answer my prayer.", when in you just didn't like His answer
Boy who the hell are you to question
You should've known your mind ruin it
That's why I don't claim to know what God is doing, I just know the God who's it
See I'm cool if
Y'all don't really rock me or don't understand me for being Christian
Cause I'd y'all clown me for being godly, than God damn me for being wicked
This is different, that usual punch punch when you landing a couple
I'm more concerned when you stand before God and get a chance to rebuttal
That's why I here with charisma, punches and a flow that's cold
Boy you my no matter what Trez, but I promise I won't let you lose your soul