Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Chef
I say, you that, Loso? The Devil beside ya
It's a feelin'
And that lil' chill you just got is the 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 know Christians did the 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 Savior's bus, and really see what Jesus' shuttle's worth (Shuttlesworth)
I'm highly pissed, miss me with all that godly
For the with 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 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 to pray
I let off a with a .38
Universal globe, the'll revolve(r) 'round you
Let's talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face real
Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, some fire mid
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 be here tonight, bitch
I brung Shine to that league that birthed and gave you life,
But when I dipped, you got hype and gave all praise to Christ, shit
Nigga I'ma ya god, I left you the Pen to write
Who's child is this? Oh, John's?
Well, do you foul, lil' bitch
Y'all wanna see me a Bull (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather on some wilder shit
[?] bitch, no action in ya type
You was watchin' Of The Christ
I was in fights, to put passion in a right
You was suckin' John and let that nigga start actin' gettin' hype
'Cause Hollows body shit: won't be no classic here tonight!
Aye look up, better hope that man your faith
They wanna know if I'm gonna break the Al curse
I was before the shirt went over my shoulders today
Evil as fuck, we can go to the fade
You ain't the latest sponsor?
Nigga, Smack bringin' smoke to the stage
Nigga, I'll cock the shit, won't even pop the
He gets hit wit' the heat, his shit
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't stop the shit 'til the mission
Just a ratchet, goin' back and forth with Emily B
Aye, the trap like Christianity for real, harder
You come across people gettin' stoned, and that PCP got walkin' on water
We got good [?], white like your religion, see it's very true
Ain't too 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 take this Chef place
I'm not you B.S., but all it take is 3 Of Them Thangs and you won't make it to your next plate
This nigga got a lot of faith, it's just I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he knew where he was goin' he died, Smack
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! cause I shot 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 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 spirit so it don't mean shit to me
You ain't
Who said that Chef won't kill
See he fool y'all convincin' like righteous like that's 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, Christian jet, I see the Creflo winnin'

1: Loso]
They said this is long overdue, you know it was only a matter of time till you had to me
Prolly cause 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 against me shall prosper, while He is the
I dare you, 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 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 popular name I 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 brother? Why? Cause I ain't earn your
I to your house and started cooking, I see why you took it "Personal Chef"
Well let's learn the best
I'm talkin' A. Ward, Street Hymns, Saga, you'll never be before us
Why am I him a list?
Well his name's Chef, this exactly where I'm suppose to my order
They tell me "Oh no, Loso, we it's a phase."
I'm enlightening the crowd as they go crazy, 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 RBE's legend killer
No why they book this bro
The Lord enhanced me, Ramsey
They figured I'd master Chef once they saw me Show
I tell em, Brother Trez Trez, you saw me win every battle and knew 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 for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a way, made him step it up
Now thinking that this guy's 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 your lines and get bored quick
Boy, I'mma sure pick, you wanna know why the kid ain't impress? Prolly cause you ain't never cooked in a literal
I'm talking biblical text, 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 static shock
No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't even half the stock of your captain Roc
All of New York knew what time it was once I got the
I everybody from the Apple Watch
Wait wait wait, that's a popular reference for the king
You know he try to scheme the store
Like, next round he 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 pen?
Yo's (Jalapenos) ain't got that much kick to it
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 they should've me Iron, Chef
But that ain't it chief, I'm eyeing Chef
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 doing good but never better them
They it's begun, am I the nicest Christian?
Well that is dumb
Mother got the top spot, only cause I'm second to none (Nun)
You better refund, every how you packed heat in the back street where it's abandoned
But why would I care about your rap sheet 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 was mine
That's why I got charisma, and a flow that's cold
I knew you was gonna lose 1, I just came here so you wouldn't lose your soul

[Round 2: Trez]
I say the first hurt him but the second round set him when shots hit him
I heard him prayin' and over
I he was Christian, now I'm on the spot trippin'
He done prayed to God like four times, I'd shoot again but the 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 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 talkin' 'bout "God got him."
Baow, now He do
War, famine, conquest, death, some of the things the 4 Horsemen symbolize
So with lines, how the fuck that tie into 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 mean how could I frauds
You gotta collect tithes, I miss this 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 can't death, it ain't Chef Trez no more, it's God's Chef
If you understand, nod "yes"
See bein' hard gon' get yo' squad stretched
I keep that revolver as close as you a Bible and the irony
As soon as I let it 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 blow
It is TSA I check niggas if I sense that there's 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 mine, that's the difference in stock
You sayin' I lost all my battles on URL and I 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? Pray for me? let's see if it reach a demon
As soon as you bow ya you drop, both of these are swingin'
punch killed by the cross, Jesus treatment
Then the Second Coming that's somethin' that he believe in
When I was growin' up it was all love, I was "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 alike in this shit, ain't nothin' even
All that preachin'
You can't tell them 'bout me ain't nothin'
But I'll clutch and squeeze it, up close and with a slug 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 shit
David and Goliath, nah for situation that's an awkward fit
I'm Peter and Paul for this cause 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 original here, the father in shit
No with this
Oh no one can beat you but a select few? I guess I'm one of the guys fit
Y'all really 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 like a Genesis, think it's a game, keep up, wait
I'll give him 30 seconds, he 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 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 that's 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 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
Santrez we're
Aye but where we separate, I won't clown you for it, like you did JC and his dance
Went online to said you wanna fight 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 a coke sponsorship
Couldn't believe the hype 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 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 if I'm sleeping on you", boy it's the same old same
Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" he a "Monster" with the lamest gang?
I don't wanna hear non of that "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the
Mayne, that was crazy You see how I really got all your mans hatin'
Exactly why I 5 Hour Energy, that was me takin' a little shot at your gas station
Boy this hatin'
Aye Smack what you after boy? A searcher?
Vice Versa, I see why you trusted in a Pastor,
Boy you rappin' noise, wanna play the victim of how you got placed in prison
now the father ain't 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 over there like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, can't you see we kind of prayin'
I that 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?
Funny we saw Tay (saute) and knew Chef's career was a flash in the pan
Boy I at this 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 hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez, that was gay Trez
The hell was going through your mind when you wrote
the type of stuff you kick fam'?
Well ain't it man
What Jesus do?
(w)rap about it like a wristband
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 them Banned
Cause it was weighin' on my goals, Shawn in The 6th Man
Boy!
I will split San' talk like a man lil boy, ain't no if
But this will slowly in after I make it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you know it is fam'
Let me set the table for Chef cause this plate is a course to be
Stop worryin' if we spoon fed my brother
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
in small leagues are you actually known
But how you got a name "Chef" and can't the right recipe for a Summer Madness or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

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

[Round 3: Chef
The fact that you think you any damage to me is playin' my fuckin' mind
You really think I lost sleep this battle? Are you fuckin' fried?
I already had my biggest on Smack
Nigga I was done with the moment I hoped off stage after my brother died
Whatchu gon' say? I never a N.O.M.E. or Summer Madness?
Well let's get it
I dealt with three deaths in June, I definitely seen summer madness this
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 your back on John after every-
You know what? I talked to God before this so it don't matter
I said, "You gon' jump between me and smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now this one. Verb made the guardian angles duck."
He seen the gun I had and said, "Loso got one."
a minute, wasn't the Bible rewrote multiple times?
And y'all thinkin' that that true?
we had attachments 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."
Cause He said, "Thou shall not sin (send)" and I did, 'bout six his way
That's one for each day it took your God was inventin' this place
But while He's I'm supposed to listen? Okay
How He control me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't even keep a in her place
My little brother drown, a day my homie got shot and killed
A few before big brother got shot, I'm like, "Nah this not for real."
I'm missin' events in the box 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 'til my eyes
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', writin' rap in a
You was on Google searchin' Bible trapped in a cell
I was behind bars like sim card, trapped in, attached to a cell
Aye, but keep makin' up guns and watch these get buried
Fake burners, bitch I wish the one that hit my was imaginary
Aye but fuck it, let's get then
Baow! Now can have an imaginary friend
You a hypocrite, [?] get sent to the Lord
I say wanna be cocky, this a pussy nigga, a and some more
Wannabe gangsta, fit in, know you won't get the support
He soft, if I spray the religious bitch it prolly smell like Christian
We was to battle awhile ago
You had thinkin' like, "How you got Chef?"
But nothin' will ever 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 never lost and I won
Y'all trippin'
Me and him, when it come to competition somethin' different
A battled the best in the world and my own, you see the fuckin' difference?
You battled niggas and it be close to an Edge
But oh I get it, the Christian
Aye you win a trophy in the UK?
Nigga god damn, you brung that to America
Cause at N.O.M.E. we ain't seen much against Scott land (Scotland)
Aw man, and what's up witchu Twork? You don't deserve it
Stop duckin' these other new and actin' nervous
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 shots hittin' ya girl
After I gun ya face
Now you with judgement day cause that's the end of your world
enough, you can't hand wit' a beast
They call it a pen, it sound you complainin' to me
They say, "He Christian", I tell after he got hit in his brains 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 check out a
Man

[Round 3:
Now to prepare for battle, I sat back
And begun to
I knew son was
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 funny I see how
My savior got two holes through his wrist, one in his
I'm undefeated when I'm trustin' in them three
Boy this a down
You wanna be like Christ on the Cross then act
The point is I can steal (still) assist you with boards like a stat
You just started getting views
Then why you tryin' to brag
You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) only right I bring you to your Last Supper
the facts brother
Back then, I was louder with the
And 'til this day!, I was with the punches
Aye for months in, I seen that you was barkin' with ya
And lot (Sandlot) of your games my dawgs (dogs) take offense (off fence) to
Wait, wait,

In round 1, I was too great when I

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

This risky,
thinkin' that 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 should've bet them,but why let up?
Cause when blood don't stop you gotta apply
Boy this my era, so you see me Twork
You was on the to success until you seen me skrrrr
Now my team we, seem weak, but I bet he beat these
A. talk 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
P-? Ohhhh, you mean a battle at NOME?
Yeeeeah, I've grown to take battles that are dope and displayin' nice skill
You take a cause you're broke, and ain't finished payin' ya light bill
See I feel, like I can maybe do this
Ice this with an easy if the cadence ruthless
Why'd you team up with 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 so you can rebuttal it tonight
But if you really wanna prove my round wrong why don't you rebuttal it ya life?
and point
When you bad news you grab 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 we'd respect you more if you weren't glorifying the that got my homeboy shot up
You a little kid Santrez
You think you can go through what we go through and be keeping the faith?
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he wouldn't last a with the Saints
It's getting in this place
these battle rappers, and their righteous standards
Claiming "God didn't answer my prayer.", when in you just didn't like His answer
Boy who the are you to question God?
You known your mind will ruin it
why I don't 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 rock with me or don't understand me for being Christian
Cause I'd rather y'all clown me for being godly, than God damn me for being
This is different, then that usual punch when 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 with charisma, punches and a flow that's
Boy you my mans no matter what Trez, but I I won't let you lose your soul