Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Chef
I say, you sense that, Loso? The beside ya
It's a cold
And lil' chill you just got is the sins in your soul spillin'
See I don't about 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 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 your 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' worth (Shuttlesworth)
I'm highly pissed, miss me with all godly shit
For the fans the pay-per-view, they chose to buy this shit
Y'all watchin' me put a 30 on cam': this 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 perfect
Nah, I got the to pray
I let off a round a .38
Universal Studios globe, revolve(r) 'round you
Let's talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face real
Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, some mid tiers
So I'm not worried 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 here tonight,
I brung Shine to that league that birthed and you life, bitch
But when I dipped, you got hype and gave all praise to Christ, shit
I'ma ya god, I left you the Pen to write wit'
Who's is this? Oh, John John's?
Well, do you foul, lil' bitch
Y'all wanna see me debate a (debatable)?
Well, I'd draw on some wilder shit
[?] bitch, ain't no action in ya
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 start gettin' hype
'Cause these Hollows body shit: won't be no here tonight!
Aye look up, better hope that man controllin' faith
They wanna know if I'm gonna the Al Capone curse
I was cursed before the shirt went over my today
Evil as fuck, we can go to the fade
You ain't peep the sponsor?
Nigga, Smack condone smoke to the stage
Nigga, I'll cock the shit, won't even pop the
He hit wit' the heat, rock his shit
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't stop the shit 'til the complete
Just a ratchet, goin' back and forth Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap like Christianity for real, think
You come across people gettin' stoned, and that PCP got walkin' on water
We got good [?], hella white like your religion, see it's very
Ain't too much difference, we even got Mary too
But this situation like baseball, oh that ain't register to no
Well I was up so off the bat I miss Strike but now that I'm home: 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 plate
This nigga got a lot of faith, it's just somethin' I can 'bout him
Askin' if he knew where he was goin' he died, Smack
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! yeah I shot the Hell out him
Ya niggas, I 'em
Then the is sparkin'
A switchblade, now y'all can go from Four to the Horsemen
Now stick wit' me, he might use a 3 Of Them Thangs bar and talk 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 Chef kill him?
See he fool y'all convincin' like he's righteous like that's get it
But you fake preach, get what you want, then leave, that's why the Chef don't him
he get the check, this Christian jet, I see the Creflo winnin'

[Round 1:
They said this is long overdue, you know it was only a matter of time you had to face me
Prolly this is like protocol
You know battle rappers come to me after having roughs encounter with JC
I said, what up,
They shoulda you I'm not one you wanna see in the ring
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, He is the King
I dare you, please intervene, hit me the D.E. or the beam
I got the Father, Son and Holy Gh...you right that's 3 Of Them
Take a hint fool, "notice" I'm at your like the rent 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 dismantle them too
See my domination is a constellation, I line these stars up and you what an animal look like
Oh you still pissed off my brother? Why? Cause I earn your respect?
I went to your and started cooking, I see why you took it "Personal Chef"
let's learn from the best
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
They me "Oh no, Loso, we think it's a phase."
I'm the crowd as they go crazy, they think it's a "rave"
I to Atlanta, took over the Bullpen, they thinking I'm "Brave"
Who's putting on for GA? Me! Think it's a game
But you know I stopped all once I murdered RBE's legend killer
No why they book this bro
The Lord me, Gordon Ramsey
They figured I'd master once they saw me cooking Show
I tell em, Brother Trez Brother Trez, you saw me win battle and knew you never pass me with rappin'
You showed your heart, they ain't even gotta ask me happened
Rosa Parks: he wanted me to take a back for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a gruesome way, him step it up
Now everybody thinking this guy's special
In other words, all that gore made (gourmet) Chef cooking on a high level
But we amazed, how you with rhymes and the boy spit
But lately, TSA: we skip your lines and get bored quick
Boy, I'mma sure pick, you wanna know why the kid ain't impress? Prolly cause you 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 y'all be letting that trash fly like static
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 once I got the
I made everybody the Apple Watch
Wait wait wait, that's a popular reference for the rebuttal
You know he gonna try to scheme the
Like, next round he gonna fix it with a line about a MAC- no wonder you 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) got that much kick to it either
This diva was acid reflux, gassed up cause he was frying (chest)
But I can care if your 16's deadly, mine are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper here would say something about the Iron Chef
Or how they should've gave me Iron,
But since that it chief, I'm eyeing Chef
You get it? The "chief" you just 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 doing good but never than them
They said begun, am I the nicest Christian?
Well that question is
Mother Teresa got the top spot, only cause I'm to none (Nun)
You better refund, every line how you packed heat in the back street it's abandoned
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, that every time I went to Georgia I didn't until your state was mine
That's why I got charisma, punches and a flow that's
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 him prayin' over and over
I thought he was Christian, now I'm on the trippin'
He done prayed to God like four times, I'd shoot but the shot missin'
By the prayer a cap hit his head, I make Salat 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 move
Nigga talkin' 'bout "God got him."
Baow, now He do
War, famine, conquest, death, some of the things the 4 Horsemen symbolize
So with them lines, how the fuck that tie into Christian God?
Oh I get it, tithes from battle leagues, fuckin' vultures
And y'all really are to destroy, the fuckin' culture
Ain't no respect, I mean how 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 look is
You read the book, my niggas gettin' booked for good
Nigga you can't 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' squad
I keep that revolver as as you keep a Bible and the irony
As as I let it open you meet God next
See how my mind in a dirty
They like, "Trez, you gon' 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 niggas if I sense that any smoke
But yo Smack, you ain't even screened this
You just to give him a spot
I had to go to war and earn mine, the difference in stock
You sayin' I lost all my on URL and I won't get to the top
I'm on the roof, all these tiers I face but my brother, I'm still the one givin' the shot
Whatchu gon' do? for me? Well let's see if it reach a demon
As soon as you bow ya head you drop, both of are swingin'
First killed by the cross, Jesus treatment
Then the Second Coming since somethin' that he believe in
When I was up it was all love, I was screamin' "Fuck Satan."
Then it turned bein' a trunk raiser, reachin' for pumps, gun blazers
Ain't a choice, cause for no reason niggas will front page ya
So what prayer?
How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I barely have one, Chuck Taylors
Loso! We ain't in this shit, ain't nothin' even
All that fuckin'
You can't tell them 'bout me ain't 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 covered with the blood of
Aye, I'm startin' it, Transformin' shit, liftin' 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 this once he gets split, he'll never be able to eat wit' y'all again
I say time again, I think like don't know what time it is
I'm an here, the father in this shit
No with this
Oh no one can beat you but a select I guess I'm one of the guys that fit
Y'all want God bodied? Well 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 found Jesus
Nigga, I'll have you X-Box'ed in the ground, fuck faith
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 nigga we battled some of the people, but this kid trippin'
They battled me cause of
They battled you for a check, a big difference
It's a beast in you, but you won't unleash him yet and what you need to do
You spend all this time tryin' to make them in Him
When you need to make 'em in you

2: Loso]
Now you know neither one of us lose right, we both gon' win
I mean you battled in Atlanta, I in Atlanta
You got a Hispanic first name, I got a first 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 said you fight Myers cause y'all ain't battle at Summer Madness 7
Wait, that you and Dan's issue
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
Couldn't the hype around us, even tho most doubted it
They saw Johnny Unite us, and thought we had a 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 what I mean, Sure After Wavy washed you, this is like me bringing San (Sand) to the
What we talking bout, How you aim and bang, "and cans gon get me awake if I'm sleeping on you", boy it's the same old same
Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" the lamest gang?
I don't wanna hear non of that "Red Bull" 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the same
Mayne, that was right? You see how I really got all your mans hatin'
why I said 5 Hour Energy, that was me takin' a little shot at your gas station
Boy this past
Aye Smack what you after boy? A searcher?
Vice Versa, I see why you in a Pastor, Troy
Boy you rappin' noise, always wanna play the victim of how you got in prison
Well now the father forgive him
Boy you got all questions 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 kind of prayin'
I told that man, "Bow, go have a conversation him."
Do you even decisions?
Or you just gonna Roc's shadow with your plans in his hands?
Funny we saw Tay (saute) and knew Chef's career was a flash in the pan
Boy I at this man
When he told Chess, "I'll put in Chess (chest), and take it out (chest)
put it in Chess (inches), and take it out Chess (inches)."
Now I play Trez, and I don't hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez, that was gay Trez
The hell was going through your mind you wrote that?
That's the type of stuff you fam'?
Well that it man
What Jesus do?
(w)rap about it like a wristband
You kept it mellow (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) like a Knicks' 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 split 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 for Chef cause this plate is a course to be told
Stop if we were spoon fed my brother
Why are you still at a in the road?
See your brand is tied to URL pushin' your craft to folks
You are in a glorified PG purgatory but be the most
Only in small are you actually 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 this real
You were the at Spit Dat Heat and only 20 people in attendance?
You mean to me the Chef was barely selling Mill (meal) tickets?
Boy chill
He hatin' on my to the top
And prolly now he feels dumb
But it's 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 one, with charisma punches and a flow that's cold
I told you you was lose round 2
Don't worry, you not lose your soul

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

3: Loso]
Now to prepare for battle, I sat back
And to write
I son was nice
But I read Luke and remembered
Whatever happens in the dark, is to come to light
Oh you better to fight
said "Loso can only beat Chef Trez if he freestyle"
That's funny I see how
My savior got two through his wrist, one in his feet
I'm undefeated when I'm trustin' in them rounds
Boy this a beat
You be like Christ on the Cross then act tougher
The point is I can steal (still) assist you with boards a stat stuffer
You just started views right?
why you tryin' 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 louder the substance
And 'til this day!, I was wilder the punches
Aye for months in, I seen you was barkin' with ya pencil
And lot (Sandlot) of your games my dawgs (dogs) take offense (off fence) to
Wait, wait,

In 1, I was too great when I blacked

This 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 it's extra
You just a different character feeding us the same like a Pez Dispenser
Oh you the best,
Well you gotta the difference
why I be crematin' these 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 your peers
Cause when the sky crack, He might 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' this guy better, well I'll never
Get checked by a kid even if you try (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 gotta see me
You was on the road to until you seen me skrrrr
Now my we, seem weak, but I bet he beat these jerks
A. Ward to him!

[A.
Aye bro I but Norbes 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 battle at
Yeeeeah, I've grown to take battles that are dope and displayin' nice skill
You take a battle cause you're broke, and ain't finished payin' ya light
See I feel, like I can maybe do this
Ice this with an easy flow if the cadence
Why'd you team up with this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't music
Now watch the tables turn for Chef that's a Lazy
Listen, you crazy stupid, if you tyin' to listen to my words so you can it tonight
But if you really wanna prove my wrong why don't you rebuttal it with ya life?
and point
When you hear bad news you 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 glorifying the life that got my homeboy shot up
You still a little kid
You you can go through what we go through and still be keeping 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 God?
You should've known your mind will it
That's why I don't claim to know what God is doing, I know the God who's doing it
See I'm with if
Y'all don't really rock me or don't understand me for being Christian
Cause I'd rather clown me for being godly, than God damn me for being wicked
This is different, then that usual punch punch you landing a couple
I'm more concerned when you stand before God and don't get a chance to
That's why I came here charisma, punches and a flow that's cold
Boy you my mans no matter what Trez, but I promise I won't let you your soul