Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Trez]
I say, you sense that, The Devil beside ya
a cold 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 familiar with religion, you Christians did the most killin'
You help 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 life: I'm Denzel in The 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' shuttle's (Shuttlesworth)
I'm highly pissed, miss me all that godly shit
For the fans the pay-per-view, they chose to buy this shit
Y'all watchin' me put a 30 on cam': that Tekashi 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 this knee (Disneyland), we in the perfect place
Nah, I got the urge to
I let off a with a .38
Universal Studios globe, revolve(r) 'round you
Let's talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face tiers
Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, fire 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 that birthed and gave you life, bitch
But when I dipped, you got quick and gave all praise to Christ, shit
Nigga I'ma ya god, I left you the Pen to write
Who's child is Oh, John John's?
Well, I'mma do you foul, bitch
Y'all wanna see me debate a (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather on some 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 John dick and let that nigga start actin' gettin' hype
'Cause these Hollows body shit: won't be no classic tonight!
Aye look up, better hope that man your faith
They wanna know if I'm gonna break the Al Capone
I was cursed before the shirt went over my today
Evil as fuck, mid-rappin' we can go to the
You ain't peep the latest
Nigga, condone bringin' smoke to the stage
Nigga, I'll cock the shit, even pop the shit
He gets hit wit' the heat, rock his
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, stop the shit 'til the mission complete
a ratchet, goin' back and forth with Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap like Christianity for real, harder
You come people 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 register to no
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 take this Chef
I'm not pitchin' you B.S., but all it take is 3 Of Them Thangs and you won't it to your next plate
This nigga got a lot of faith, it's somethin' I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he knew where he was goin' he died, Smack
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! yeah cause I the Hell out him
Ya niggas, I 'em
Then the lead is
A switchblade, now y'all can go from Four to the Horsemen
Now wit' me, he might use a 3 Of Them Thangs bar and talk about the Holy Trinity
But I don't got a father, son or a holy spirit so it don't shit to me
You ain't
Who said that won't kill him?
See he fool y'all convincin' like he's righteous like gon' get it
But you fake preach, get what you want, leave, that's why the Chef don't feel him
Once he get the check, this Christian jet, I see the winnin'

[Round 1:
They this is long overdue, you know it was only a matter of time till you had to face me
Prolly cause is like protocol
You know battle rappers always to me after having roughs encounter with JC
I said, up, Trez?
They told 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, intervene, hit me with the D.E. or the beam
I got the Father, Son and Holy Gh...you that's 3 Of Them Thangs
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 rule
You should've been knew, every name I dismantle them too nice
See my domination is a constellation, I line these stars up and show you what an animal look
Oh you still pissed off my brother? Why? I ain't earn your respect?
I went to your house and cooking, I see why you took it "Personal Chef"
Well let's from the best
I'm talkin' A. Ward, Street Hymns, Saga, you'll never be ranked us
Why am I giving him a
Well his name's Chef, this exactly I'm suppose to place my order
They me "Oh no, Loso, we think it's a phase."
I'm enlightening the crowd as they go crazy, they think a "rave"
I went to Atlanta, took over the Bullpen, thinking I'm "Brave"
Who's really putting on for GA? Me! Think it's a
But you know I stopped all that once I murdered RBE's killer
No why they book this bro
The Lord enhanced me, Ramsey
They figured I'd master once they saw me cooking Show
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 ain't even gotta ask me what
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 that this guy's
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 lines and get 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 biblical text, five loaves, two fish, my the original Chef
And you? Yes
Every you let the 'matic pop
And y'all be letting trash fly like static shock
No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't even have half the stock of your Roc
All of New York knew what it was once I got the call
I made from the Apple Watch
Wait wait, that's a popular reference 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 boy? "Loso all like Hitman, he ain't really spitting no ether."
But why bring up Holla
Yo's (Jalapenos) ain't got that much to it either
This diva was acid reflux, up cause he was frying Chess (chest)
But I can care less if your deadly, mine are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper right here would say something about the Chef
Or how should've gave me Iron, Chef
But since that ain't it chief, I'm Chef
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 see you doing 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 to none (Nun)
You better refund, every line how you packed heat in the back where it's abandoned
But why would I care about your rap sheet when my rap sheets wrap sheets your talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, that every time I went to Georgia I didn't leave until your 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 again but the shot
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
First the fo' fo' wave then I aim like 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 the 4 Horsemen symbolize
So with them lines, how the fuck that tie y'all Christian God?
Oh I get it, collecting tithes from 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 collect call
I suit up for war, you suit up cause you think the look is
You read the good book, my niggas gettin' 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' squad
I that revolver as close as you keep a Bible and the irony
As as I let it open you meet God next
See how my in a dirty state?
They like, "Trez, you gon' hear Loso 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 niggas if I sense that there's any smoke
But yo Smack, you ain't even screened this
You tryin' to give him a spot
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 tiers I face but my brother, I'm still the one givin' the shot
Whatchu gon' do? Pray for me? Well see if it reach a demon
As soon as you bow ya you drop, both of these are swingin'
First killed by the cross, Jesus treatment
the Second Coming since that's somethin' that he believe in
When I was growin' up it was all love, I was "Fuck Satan."
Then it turned into bein' a trunk raiser, for pumps, gun blazers
Ain't have a choice, for no reason niggas will front 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 fuckin' preachin'
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 now, cause I'm covered with the blood of Jesus
Aye, I'm startin' it, Transformin' shit, double arms again
and Eve, no these don't need, that's some retarded shit
David and Goliath, nah for this situation that's an fit
I'm Peter and Paul for this cause once he gets split, he'll never be to eat wit' y'all again
I say time again, I like Loso don't know what time it is
I'm an here, the father in this shit
No lies with
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? Well 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 found Jesus
Nigga, I'll have you X-Box'ed in the ground, fuck faith
We to black like 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 gotta download for you to get the
I say my nigga we some of the same people, but this kid trippin'
They battled me cause of
They you for a check, that's a big difference
It's a beast in you, but you unleash him yet and that's what you need to do
You spend all this 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 both win
I mean you in Atlanta, I battled in Atlanta
You got a Hispanic name, I got a Hispanic first name
we're twins
Aye but where we separate, I clown you for it, like you did JC and his dance issues
Went online to said you wanna fight Myers cause y'all ain't battle at Madness 7
Wait, wasn't you and Dan's issue
Boy we had a witchu
It was Trez, Loso, Riggz, Newz, we were so
conquering, showing we can get a name without a coke sponsorship
Couldn't believe the hype around us, even tho doubted it
They saw Johnny Unite us, and thought we had a following
I was so bothered when Santrez left, I 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 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 "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" with the lamest gang?
I don't wanna non of that "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the same
Mayne, that was crazy right? You see how I really got all your hatin'
Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy, that was me a little shot at your gas station
Boy this past
Aye Smack what you after boy? A lght
Versa, I see why you trusted in a Pastor, Troy
Boy you rappin' noise, always wanna the victim of how you got placed in prison
now the father ain't forgive him
Boy you got all these questions and you just wanna make
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 man, "Bow, go have a conversation with him."
Do you make decisions?
Or you just gonna follow Roc's shadow 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 Chess, "I'll put in Chess (chest), and take it out Chess (chest)
I'll put it in Chess (inches), and it out Chess (inches)."
Now I don't play Trez, and I don't hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez, that was gay
The hell was through your mind when you wrote that?
That's the type of stuff you fam'?
Well that it man
would Jesus do?
I'ma (w)rap about it like a
You kept it mellow (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) like a Knicks' fan
Why let the fifth blam? Charlie in a room, I had to get them Clips Banned
Cause it was weighin' on my goals, like in The 6th Man
Boy!
I will split San' 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 this plate is a course to be
Stop worryin' if we were spoon fed my
Why are you still at a in the road?
See your brand is tied to URL pushin' craft to these folks
You are in a glorified PG purgatory but be the most
Only in leagues are you actually known
But how you got a name "Chef" and can't find the right recipe for a Madness or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

Lemme make this vivid
You were the at Spit Dat Heat and only 20 people in attendance?
You mean to tell me the Chef was barely selling (meal) tickets?
Boy listen
He on my rise to the top
And prolly right now he feels
But it's like the 10 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 and a flow that's cold
I you you was gonna lose round 2
Don't worry, you not gon' lose soul

[Round 3: Trez]
The fact that you think you cause any to me is playin' my fuckin' mind
You really think I lost sleep takin' battle? Are you fuckin' fried?
I already had my biggest battle on
Nigga I was done mine the moment I hoped off stage after my brother died
Whatchu gon' say? I never made a N.O.M.E. or Summer
Well let's get it
I dealt three deaths in June, I definitely seen summer madness this year
Now play Swear To God
Swear To God while I was locked up you wasn't on Facebook makin'
And Swear To God when I found out I called you, you on the phone actin' like a hoe
Nigga Swear To God you ain't almost turn 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. Verb made the guardian 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 book true?
we had attachments on sub .9's
So shit we even changed how the (TECs) looked too
But sometimes, your God be to save niggas from me
Like, "Nah, I pull 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 your God was this place
But while He's speakin' I'm supposed to listen?
How He control me?
Adam and Eve, he 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 events in the box with chills
Thinkin' how bro died in that coma or how Gunnar lost his life holdin' his child, but God is real?
I'm suppose to believe in him and give praise my eyes shut?
Nigga, the whole time he was fixin' ya life, he was fuckin' 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 trapped in a
I was behind them bars sim card, trapped in, attached to a cell
Aye, but makin' up guns and watch these cats get buried
burners, bitch I wish the one that hit my brother was imaginary
Aye but fuck it, let's get imaginary
Baow! Now can have an imaginary friend
You a hypocrite, [?] bitch get sent to the
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 the religious bitch it prolly smell like Christian Dior
We was supposed to battle ago
You had fans like, "How you got Chef?"
But nothin' will stop God's plan, right? So there's nothin' you can do to dodge death
Fuck it, .38 snub, tell him to try to dodge
You goin' to Heaven but what usually happens after the blow? God bless!
say you never lost and I never won
Y'all suckers
Me and him, it come to competition there's somethin' different
A battled the best in the world and my own, you see the fuckin' difference?
You battled decent niggas and it be to an Edge
But oh I get it, the brother
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 much against against land (Scotland)
Aw man, and up witchu chasin' Twork? You don't deserve it
duckin' these other new niggas and actin' nervous
Aye Twork, I shook his pride, but he ain't gon' look alive
BAOW! Knock off the top of his now we can look inside!
Aye, I'm in a dark
I'll spray and have hittin' ya girl
After I gun ya face
Now you dealin' with judgement day cause that's the end of world
That's enough, you can't hand a beast
They call it a pen, it sound like you to me
They say, "He Christian", I couldn't tell after he got hit in his brains with the
He got his head wrapped, I the nigga 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

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 bound to come to
Oh you better come to
They said "Loso can only beat Chef if he freestyle"
That's I don't see how
My savior got two holes through his wrist, one in his
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 like a stat stuffer
You just started getting views
why you tryin' to brag brother?
You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) only 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 your games my dawgs (dogs) offense (off fence) to
Wait, wait,

In round 1, I was too 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 it's extra filler
You a different character feeding us the same stuff like a Pez Dispenser
Oh you the best,
Well you gotta the difference
That's why I be these broke rappers, just so they can earn (urn) a livin'
You want worthless digits?
Life is more than racks in a pack handed in front your peers
when the sky crack, He might shake your hand but He ain't giving out Champion Of The Year
Let's make it clear, you reach for the burner, then hit each witness

This risky,
Y'all thinkin' that this guy better, well never
Get checked by a kid even if you try (trimester)
1,2,1,2, get his side severed,
I side bet them,but why let up?
Cause when blood don't you gotta apply pressure
Boy this my era, so you 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 said I gotta do a PG

A PG?
I wanted you to rap on your own
A-a-a P-? Ohhhh, you a battle 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 an easy flow if the cadence ruthless
Why'd you team up this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't 80's music
Now watch the turn for Chef that's a Lazy Susan
Listen, you crazy stupid, if you tyin' to listen to my words so you can it tonight
But if you really wanna prove my round wrong why don't you rebuttal it ya life?
Case and
you hear bad news you grab the chrome and go
When I hear Bad Newz I'm praying on the with bro
See I ain't to throw no stones, and I know 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 what we go through and still be keeping the faith?
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he last a week with the Saints
It's deep in this 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 question
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 cool if
Y'all don't really rock with me or don't understand me for being
Cause I'd rather y'all clown me for being godly, than God damn me for being
This is different, then that usual punch punch when you a couple
I'm more concerned when you stand before God and don't get a chance to
That's why I here with charisma, punches and a flow that's cold
Boy you my mans no matter what Trez, but I I won't let you lose your soul