Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

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

1: Loso]
They said this is overdue, you know it was only a matter of time till you had to face me
Prolly this is like protocol
You know battle rappers always come to me after roughs encounter with JC
I said, what up,
shoulda told you I'm not one you wanna see in the ring
No weapon formed me shall prosper, while He is the King
I you, please intervene, hit me with the D.E. or the beam
I got the Father, Son and Gh...you right that's 3 Of Them Thangs
Take a hint fool, "notice" I'm at your door the rent due
If you wanna bring War to (water) me keep it bottled up, a Flint rule
You should've been knew, every name I dismantle them too nice
See my domination is a constellation, I these stars up and show you what an animal look like
Oh you still off my brother? Why? Cause I ain't earn your respect?
I went to house and started cooking, I see why you took it "Personal Chef"
Well let's learn from the
I'm talkin' A. Ward, Hymns, Saga, you'll never be ranked before us
Why am I giving him a
Well his name's Chef, this exactly where I'm suppose to place my
tell me "Oh no, Loso, we think it's a phase."
I'm enlightening the as they go crazy, they think it's a "rave"
I to Atlanta, took over the Bullpen, they thinking I'm "Brave"
Who's really on for GA? Me! Think it's a game
But you know I stopped all that once I murdered RBE's legend
No wonder why book this bro
The enhanced me, Gordon Ramsey
They figured I'd master Chef once they saw me cooking
I tell em, Brother Trez Brother Trez, you saw me win every battle and knew you never pass me with
You showed your heart, they even gotta ask me what happened
Rosa Parks: he wanted me to take a back for blackin'
The fact is, my in a gruesome way, made him step it up
Now everybody that this guy's special
In other words, all gore made (gourmet) Chef start cooking on a high level
But we amazed, how you quick with rhymes and the boy
But lately, it's TSA: we skip your lines and get quick
Boy, I'mma sure pick, you know why the kid ain't impress? Prolly cause you ain't never cooked in a literal sense
I'm talking text, five loaves, two fish, my God's the original Chef
And Typical? Yes
battle you let the 'matic pop
And be letting that trash fly like static shock
No wonder you took a drop, don't even have half the stock of your captain Roc
All of New York knew what time it was once I got the
I made from the Apple Watch
Wait wait wait, a popular reference for the rebuttal king
You know he gonna try to scheme the
Like, next he gonna fix it with a line about a MAC- no wonder you never had a "Genius Bar"
You this boy? "Loso all performance like Hitman, he ain't really spitting no ether."
But why bring up Holla
(Jalapenos) ain't got that much kick to it either
This diva was acid reflux, up cause he was frying Chess (chest)
But I can care if your 16's deadly, mine are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper right here say something about the Iron Chef
Or how they 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 respecting this bum
Outta all my real homies, you was the one
Just like a fake friend, they wanna see you doing but never better than them
They it's begun, am I the nicest Christian?
Well that 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 wrap sheets around your talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, that every time I went to I didn't leave until your state was mine
That's why I got charisma, punches and a that's cold
I you was gonna lose round 1, I just came here so you wouldn't lose your soul

2: Chef Trez]
I say the first hurt him but the second round set him down when hit him
I him prayin' over and over
I thought he was Christian, now I'm on the spot
He done prayed to God like four times, I'd shoot again but the shot
By the fifth a cap hit his head, I make Salat with him
I got him at gun point, two burners but don't worry both gon'
First the fo' fo' then I aim like Fabolous album, the fifth Loso's Way
Aye you prayin', you a Christian, won't get you outta this one
That's a move
Nigga always 'bout "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 into Christian God?
Oh I get it, collecting tithes battle leagues, fuckin' vultures
And y'all are here to destroy, the fuckin' culture
no respect, I mean how could I respect frauds
You gotta collect tithes, I can't miss this collect
I suit up for war, you suit up cause you think the is good
You read the good book, my niggas gettin' booked for
you can't dodge death, it ain't Chef Trez no more, it's God's Chef
If you understand, nod "yes"
See bein' headed gon' get yo' squad stretched
I keep revolver as close as you keep a Bible and the irony
As soon as I let it you meet God next
See how my mind in a state?
They like, "Trez, you gon' hear with a .38
And give a Christian the PG he can ask for, the Pearly Gates."
And I say off rip I let the semi
It is like TSA I check niggas if I sense that there's any
But yo Smack, you even screened this nigga
You tryin' to give him a spot
I had to go to war and earn mine, that's the in stock
You sayin' I lost all my on URL and I won't get to the top
I'm Nino on the roof, all these tiers I face but my brother, I'm still the one the shot
Whatchu do? Pray for me? Well let's see if it reach a demon
As as you bow ya head you drop, both of these are swingin'
First killed by the cross, Jesus treatment
Then the Second Coming since that's somethin' that he in
I was growin' up it was all love, I was screamin' "Fuck Satan."
Then it turned into bein' a raiser, reachin' for pumps, gun blazers
have a choice, cause for no reason niggas will front page ya
So what prayer?
How you gon' save my (sole) when I barely have one, like Chuck Taylors
Loso! We ain't in this shit, ain't nothin' even
All that fuckin'
You can't tell 'bout me ain't nothin' secret
But I'll and squeeze it, up close and personal with a slug he bleedin'
It spread everywhere, I guess I'm holy now, cause I'm with the blood of Jesus
Aye, I'm startin' it, shit, liftin' double arms again
Adam and Eve, no these don't need, that's retarded shit
David and Goliath, nah for 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 Loso don't know what time it is
I'm an here, the father in this shit
No lies this
Oh no one can beat you but a select 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 a white, black and a brown Jesus
Nigga all that let me know is y'all never really found
Nigga, I'll have you X-Box'ed in the ground, fuck faith
We known to black like a Genesis, think it's a game, keep up,
give him 30 seconds, he better be gone in ten tho (Nintendo) when guns spray
P.S. the .4 wavin', but I gotta download for you to get the
I say my we battled some of the same people, but this kid trippin'
They battled me cause of
They you for a check, that's a big difference
a beast in you, but you won't unleash him yet and that's what you need to do
You all this time tryin' to make them believe in Him
you need to make 'em believe in you

[Round 2:
Now you know neither one of us gone lose right, we gon' win
I you battled in Atlanta, I battled in Atlanta
You got a first name, I got a Hispanic first name
Santrez we're
Aye but where we separate, I won't clown you for it, like you did JC and his dance
online to said you wanna fight Myers cause y'all ain't battle at Summer Madness 7
Wait, wasn't you and Dan's issue
Boy we had a plan
It was Trez, Loso, Riggz, Newz, we were so
conquering, showing we can get a name without a coke sponsorship
Couldn't the hype around us, even tho most doubted it
They saw Johnny Unite us, and 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, what 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 awake if I'm on you", boy it's the same old same
Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" with the gang?
I wanna hear non of that "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the same
Mayne, was crazy right? You see how I really got all your mans hatin'
Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy, that was me takin' a shot at your gas station
Boy past hatin'
Aye Smack what you after boy? A searcher?
Vice Versa, I see why you trusted in a Pastor,
Boy you rappin' noise, always wanna play the victim of how you got in prison
Well now the father ain't him
Boy you got all these questions and you just make decisions
You got all these questions for God
BOW! Go have a with him
Wait wait
I know Twork's there like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, can't you see we kind of prayin'
I told man, "Bow, go have a conversation with him."
Do you even decisions?
Or you just gonna follow 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 laughed at man
When he told Chess, "I'll put in (chest), and take it out Chess (chest)
I'll put it in Chess (inches), and it out Chess (inches)."
Now I don't Trez, and I don't hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez, that was gay Trez
The was going through your mind when you wrote that?
That's the type of you kick fam'?
that ain't it man
What Jesus do?
I'ma (w)rap about it like a
You should've kept it mellow (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) like a fan
Why let the fifth blam? Charlie in a small room, I had to get Clips Banned
Cause it was weighin' on my goals, like in The 6th Man
Boy!
I will split talk like a man lil boy, ain't no if ands
But this will slowly sink in after I make it San' (quicksand)
Boy you know what it is
Let me set the table for Chef cause this is a course to be told
Stop if we were spoon fed my brother
Why are you at a fork in the road?
See your brand is tied to URL pushin' craft to these folks
You are in a PG purgatory but be bragging the most
Only in leagues are you actually known
But how you got a name "Chef" and find the right recipe for a Summer Madness or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

make this real vivid
You were the main at Spit Dat and only 20 people 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 right now he feels
But like the 10 plagues in the Bible
Cause at first blood was in (the Nile), but I ended it when I had to kill son
I'ma real one, with charisma punches and a flow cold
I you you was gonna lose round 2
Don't worry, you not gon' your soul

[Round 3: Chef
The fact that you think you any damage to me is playin' my fuckin' mind
You really think I lost sleep takin' this Are you fuckin' fried?
I had my biggest battle on Smack
Nigga I was done with mine the moment I hoped off stage my brother died
Whatchu gon' say? I never a N.O.M.E. or Summer Madness?
let's get it clear
I dealt with three deaths in June, I definitely seen summer madness year
Now let's play To God
Swear To God while I was up you wasn't on Facebook makin' posts
And Swear To God when I out I called you, you wasn't on the phone actin' like a hoe
Nigga Swear To God you ain't turn your back on John after every-
You know what? I talked to God before this so it don't matter
I said, "You jump between me and Loso smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now this one. Cause made the guardian angles duck."
He seen the gun I had and said, "Loso got one."
Wait a minute, wasn't the Bible rewrote times?
And y'all that that book true?
Well we had on sub .9's
So we even changed how the texts (TECs) looked too
But sometimes, your God be to save niggas from me
Like, "Nah, I pull it today."
Cause He said, "Thou shall not sin (send)" and I did, six bullets his way
That's one for each day it while your God was inventin' this place
But while 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 later my homie got and killed
A few months before big got shot, I'm like, "Nah this not for real."
I'm missin' events in the box with
how bro died in that coma or how Gunnar lost his life holdin' his child, but your God is real?
I'm suppose to believe in him and praise 'til my eyes shut?
Nigga, the whole time he was ya life, he was fuckin' mine up
You was in your room thinkin', writin' in your cell
I was in my room thinkin', writin' rap in a
You was on Google searchin' Bible trapped in a cell
I was behind them bars like sim card, in, attached to a cell
Aye, but keep makin' up guns and watch cats get buried
Fake burners, bitch I wish the one that hit my was imaginary
Aye but it, let's get imaginary then
Baow! Now y'all can have an friend
You a hypocrite, [?] bitch get sent to the
I say wanna be cocky, this a pussy nigga, a bitch and more
Wannabe gangsta, can't fit in, know you won't get the
He soft, if I spray the religious bitch it prolly smell like Dior
We was supposed to battle ago
You had fans like, "How you got Chef?"
But nothin' will ever God's plan, right? So there's nothin' you can do to dodge death
it, .38 snub, tell him to try to dodge that
You goin' to Heaven but what usually after the nose blow? God bless!
They say you never lost and I won
suckers trippin'
Me and him, when it come to competition somethin' different
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 seen against against Scott land (Scotland)
Aw man, and what's up witchu Twork? You don't deserve it
Stop duckin' these other new niggas and actin'
Aye Twork, think I his pride, but he ain't gon' look alive
BAOW! Knock off the top of his head now we can inside!
Aye, I'm in a place
I'll spray and have shots hittin' ya
I gun butt ya face
Now you dealin' with judgement day cause the end of your world
enough, you can't hand wit' a beast
They call it a pen, it sound like you to me
say, "He Christian", I couldn't tell after he got hit in his brains with the heat
He got his wrapped, I made the nigga change his beliefs
You tryin' to get paid for quotin' a Bible? Nigga is a crook
ain't a library, why you tryin' to get a check out a book?
Man

3: Loso]
Now to for this battle, I sat back
And to write
I son was nice
But I Luke 8:17 and remembered
Whatever happens in the dark, is to come to light
Oh you come to fight
said "Loso can only beat Chef Trez if he freestyle"
That's funny I see how
My savior got two holes his wrist, one in his feet
I'm when I'm trustin' in them three rounds
Boy a beat down
You wanna be like Christ on the then act tougher
The point is I can steal (still) assist you boards like a stat stuffer
You just started getting views
why you tryin' to brag brother?
You JC for your first mil' (meal) it's only right I bring you to your Last Supper
Here's the facts
Back then, I was with the substance
And this day!, I was wilder with the punches
Aye for months in, I seen that you was barkin' ya pencil
And San' lot (Sandlot) of your my dawgs (dogs) take offense (off fence) to
Wait, wait,

In 1, I was too great when I blacked

it's wack, tellin' me that Trez the winner
If that's the case, why not messin' with ya?
Cause ya content don't move the crowds extra filler
You a different character feeding us the same stuff like a Pez Dispenser
Oh you the best,
you gotta learn the difference
That's why I be crematin' these broke rappers, just so they can (urn) a livin'
You these worthless digits?
Life is more than racks in a pack handed in front your peers
Cause when the sky crack, He might shake your hand but He ain't giving out Champion Of The
Let's it clear, you don't reach 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, I'll get his severed,
I side bet them,but why let up?
Cause when blood don't stop you apply pressure
Boy this my era, so you see me Twork
You was on the road to success until you me skrrrr
Now my team we, weak, but I bet he beat these jerks
A. talk to him!

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

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