Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Chef
I say, you sense that, Loso? The Devil ya
a cold feelin'
And that lil' chill you just got is the sins in your soul
See I don't care about gun bars, they give me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you familiar religion, you know Christians did the most killin'
You can't me or talk to me, you just gon' be shook how I reply
Stick ya hand out and you'll lose it, as well as ya 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 Heaven on your Savior's bus, and really see what Jesus' shuttle's (Shuttlesworth)
I'm highly pissed, miss me all that godly shit
For the fans with the pay-per-view, chose to buy this shit
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, I use the legs
But we in Orlando, so if knee land (Disneyland), we in the perfect place
Nah, I got the to pray
I let off a round a .38
Universal Studios globe, revolve(r) 'round you
talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face real tiers
Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, some mid tiers
So I'm not about facin' you and your savior
I don't feel
Plus, I stood in front of JC once...and I'm still here!
Aye, without me, you wouldn't be tonight, bitch
I Shine to that league that birthed and gave you life, bitch
But when I dipped, you got hype quick and gave all to Christ, shit
I'ma ya god, I left you the Pen to write wit'
Who's child is Oh, John John's?
Well, do you foul, lil' bitch
Y'all see me debate a Bull (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather draw on some wilder
[?] bitch, no action in ya type
You was Passion Of The Christ
I was in fights, to put passion in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let that nigga start actin' gettin'
'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 cursed before the went over my shoulders today
as fuck, mid-rappin' we can go to the fade
You ain't peep the latest
Nigga, Smack condone bringin' smoke to the
Nigga, I'll cock the shit, even pop the shit
He gets hit the heat, rock his shit
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't stop the shit 'til the mission
Just a ratchet, goin' and forth with Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap Christianity for real, think harder
You come across people gettin' stoned, and that PCP got walkin' on water
We got good [?], hella white like your religion, see it's true
too much difference, hell 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 league and you can't 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, it's somethin' I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he knew he was goin' when he died, Smack
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! yeah I shot the Hell out him
Ya niggas, I 'em
the lead is sparkin'
A switchblade, now y'all can go Four to the Headless Horsemen
Now stick wit' me, he might use a 3 Of Them Thangs bar and about the Holy Trinity
But I don't got a father, son or a holy spirit so it mean shit to me
You slick
Who said that won't kill him?
See he fool y'all like he's righteous like that's gon' get it
But you fake preach, get what you want, then leave, why the Chef don't feel him
Once he get the check, Christian jet, I see the Creflo winnin'

[Round 1:
They said this is long overdue, you 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 told you I'm not one you see in the ring
No weapon formed me shall prosper, while He is the King
I dare you, please intervene, hit me with the D.E. or the
I got the Father, Son and Holy Gh...you right that's 3 Of Thangs
Take a hint fool, "notice" I'm at door like the rent due
If you bring War to (water) me keep it bottled up, that's a Flint rule
You should've been knew, every popular I dismantle them too nice
See my domination is a constellation, I line these stars up and show you an animal look like
Oh you still pissed off my Why? Cause I ain't earn your respect?
I went to your house and started cooking, I see why you it "Personal Chef"
Well let's from the best
I'm talkin' A. Ward, Street Hymns, Saga, you'll never be 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 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 putting on for GA? Me! it's a game
But you I stopped all that once I murdered RBE's legend killer
No why they book this bro
The Lord me, Gordon Ramsey
They figured I'd master Chef they saw me cooking Show
I tell em, Brother Trez Brother Trez, you saw me win every battle and you never pass me with rappin'
You your heart, they ain't even gotta ask me what happened
Rosa Parks: he wanted me to take a back seat for
The fact is, my killin' in a gruesome way, him step it up
Now thinking that this guy's special
In other words, all that gore made (gourmet) Chef start cooking on a level
But we amazed, how you quick with and the boy spit
But lately, it's TSA: we skip lines and get bored quick
Boy, I'mma pick, you wanna know 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 Chef
And Typical? Yes
Every battle you let the pop
And y'all be that trash fly like static shock
No you took a drastic drop, don't even have half the stock of your captain Roc
All of New York knew what it was once I got the call
I made everybody from the Watch
Wait wait wait, that's a popular reference for the rebuttal
You know he try to scheme the store
Like, next round he gonna fix it a line about a MAC- no wonder you never had a "Genius Bar"
You hear this boy? "Loso all performance like Hitman, he ain't really no ether."
But why up Holla pen?
(Jalapenos) ain't got that much kick to it either
This was acid reflux, gassed up cause he was frying Chess (chest)
But I can care less if your 16's deadly, mine are (minor)
See the typical rapper right here would say something 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 this bum
Outta all my real homies, you was the one
Just like a fake friend, they wanna see you doing good but better than them
said it's begun, am I the nicest Christian?
Well that question is
Mother Teresa got the top spot, cause I'm second to none (Nun)
You better refund, every line how you packed heat in the street where it's abandoned
But why would I care about your rap when my rap sheets wrap sheets around your talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, that every time I went to Georgia I didn't leave until your state was
That's why I got charisma, and a flow that's 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 second round set him down when hit him
I heard him prayin' over and
I he was Christian, now I'm on the spot trippin'
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 make with him
I got him at gun point, two burners but don't both gon' spray
the fo' fo' wave then I aim like Fabolous album, the fifth Loso's Way
Aye you prayin', sayin' you a Christian, get you outta this one
That's a silly
Nigga always 'bout "God got him."
Baow, now He do
War, famine, conquest, death, of the things that the 4 Horsemen symbolize
So with them lines, how the fuck that tie y'all Christian God?
Oh I get it, tithes from battle leagues, fuckin' vultures
And really are here to destroy, the fuckin' culture
Ain't no respect, I how could I respect frauds
You gotta collect tithes, I can't miss collect call
I up for war, you suit up cause you think the look is good
You read the book, my niggas gettin' booked for good
Nigga you can't dodge death, it ain't Chef Trez no more, it's Chef
If you understand, nod "yes"
See hard 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 open you God next
See how my mind in a state?
They like, "Trez, you hear Loso with a .38
And a Christian the best PG he can ask for, the Pearly Gates."
And I say off rip I let the semi
It is like TSA I check if I sense that there's any smoke
But yo Smack, you even screened this nigga
You just tryin' to give him a
I had to go to war and mine, that's the difference in stock
You sayin' I all my battles 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 the one givin' the shot
Whatchu gon' do? Pray for me? Well see if it reach a demon
As soon as you bow ya head you drop, both of are swingin'
First punch killed by the cross, treatment
Then the Second since that's somethin' that he believe in
I was growin' 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 will page ya
So nigga prayer?
How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I have one, like Chuck Taylors
Loso! We ain't in this shit, ain't nothin' even
All that fuckin'
You can't them 'bout me ain't nothin' secret
But I'll clutch and squeeze it, up close and 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
and Eve, no these don't need, that's some retarded shit
David and Goliath, nah for this that's an awkward fit
I'm Peter and Paul for this cause once he gets split, he'll be able to eat wit' y'all again
I say time again, I like Loso don't know what time it is
I'm an original here, the father in shit
No lies this
Oh no one can beat you but a select few? I guess I'm one of the guys fit
Y'all really want God Well they had to book a nigga that fit in that 5%
They say it's a white, black and a brown
all that let me know is y'all never really found Jesus
Nigga, I'll have you X-Box'ed in the ground, nigga fuck
We known to black a Genesis, think it's a game, keep up, wait
give him 30 seconds, he better be gone in ten tho (Nintendo) when guns spray
P.S. the .4 wavin', but I download for you to get the update
I say my we battled some of the same people, but this kid trippin'
They battled me of respect
They battled you for a check, that's a big
a beast in you, but you won't unleash him yet and that's what you need to do
You spend all this time to make them believe in Him
When you need to make 'em in you

[Round 2:
Now you know neither one of us lose right, we both gon' win
I mean you battled in Atlanta, I battled in
You got a Hispanic first name, I got a Hispanic name
we're twins
Aye but where we separate, I won't you for it, like you did JC and his dance issues
Went online to you wanna fight Myers cause y'all ain't battle at Summer Madness 7
Wait, wasn't that you and issue
Boy we had a plan
It was Trez, Loso, Riggz, Newz, we were so
Both conquering, showing we can get a name without a coke
Couldn't believe the hype us, even tho most doubted it
They saw Johnny Unite us, and thought we had a cult
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 what I mean, 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 sleeping on you", boy it's the old same
Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" with the gang?
I don't wanna hear non of that "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the
Mayne, that was 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 this past
Aye Smack you after boy? A lght searcher?
Versa, I see why you trusted in a Pastor, Troy
Boy you rappin' noise, always wanna play the victim of how you got in prison
now the father ain't forgive him
Boy you got all questions and you just wanna make decisions
You got all questions for God right?
BOW! Go a conversation with him
wait wait
I know Twork's over like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, can't you see we of prayin' different?
I told that man, "Bow, go have a with him."
Do you even make
Or you just gonna follow Roc's with your plans in his hands?
we saw Tay (saute) cook and knew Chef's career was a flash in the pan
Boy I laughed at man
When he told Chess, "I'll put in Chess (chest), and take it out (chest)
I'll put it in Chess (inches), and take it out (inches)."
Now I don't play Trez, and I hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez, that was gay Trez
The hell was going through your mind when you that?
That's the type of stuff you fam'?
Well that it man
What would do?
(w)rap about it like a wristband
You should've kept it mellow (Melo), but a harder way (Hardaway) like a Knicks' fan
Why let the blam? Charlie 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 will San' talk like a man lil boy, ain't no if ands
But will slowly sink in after I make it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you what it is fam'
Let me set the table for cause this plate is a course to be told
Stop if we were spoon fed my brother
Why are you still at a fork in the
See your brand is tied to URL pushin' 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 name "Chef" and can't find the right for a Summer Madness or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

Lemme this real vivid
You were the main at Spit Dat Heat and only 20 in attendance?
You mean to tell me the was barely selling Mill (meal) tickets?
Boy listen
He on my rise to the top
And prolly right now he dumb
But like 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, charisma punches and a flow that's cold
I told you you was gonna lose 2
Don't worry, you not gon' your soul

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

[Round 3:
Now to for this battle, I sat back
And begun to
I knew son was
But I Luke 8:17 and remembered
Whatever happens in the dark, is to come to light
Oh you better come to
They said "Loso can only beat Trez if he freestyle"
That's funny I see how
My savior got two holes his wrist, one in his feet
I'm undefeated when I'm trustin' in them rounds
Boy a beat down
You wanna be like on the Cross then act tougher
The point is I can (still) assist you with boards like a stat stuffer
You just started views right?
Then why you tryin' to brother?
You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) it's right I bring you to your Last Supper
the facts brother
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 round 1, I was too great I blacked

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

risky, listen
Y'all thinkin' that this guy better, I'll never
Get by a kid even 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 this my era, so you see me Twork
You was on the road to until you seen me skrrrr
Now my team we, weak, but I bet he beat these jerks
A. Ward to him!

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

A PG?
I just you to rap on your own
A-a-a P-? Ohhhh, you a battle at NOME?
Yeeeeah, I've grown to battles that are dope and displayin' this nice skill
You take a battle cause you're broke, and ain't finished payin' ya bill
See I might feel, I can maybe do this
Ice this with an easy flow if the ruthless
Why'd you team up with this punk, Roc(k)? This 80's music
Now watch the tables for Chef that's a Lazy Susan
Listen, you crazy stupid, if you tyin' to listen to my so you can rebuttal it tonight
But if you really wanna prove my round wrong why don't you rebuttal it with ya
and point
When you hear bad news you the chrome and go
I hear Bad Newz I'm praying on the phone with bro
See I ain't tryin' to throw no stones, and I that's not tough
But maybe respect you more 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 keeping the
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he wouldn't last a week the Saints
It's getting deep in place
With these battle rappers, and their righteous
"God didn't answer my prayer.", when in reality you just didn't like His answer
Boy who the hell are you to God?
You known your mind will ruin it
That's why I don't claim to what God is doing, I just know the God who's doing it
See I'm cool if
don't really rock with me or don't understand me for being Christian
Cause I'd rather y'all clown me for being godly, God damn me for being wicked
This is different, then that usual punch punch when you landing a
I'm more concerned when you before God and don't get a chance to rebuttal
That's why I came here with charisma, and a flow that's cold
Boy you my mans no matter Trez, but I promise I won't let you lose your soul