Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Trez]
I say, you sense that, Loso? The Devil ya
It's a cold
And that lil' chill you just got is the sins in your spillin'
See I don't about imaginary gun bars, they give me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you familiar with religion, you know Christians did the most
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 I'm Denzel in The Book Of Eli
Scotty was your Training Day, He Got Game, but look, bitch, it's my turf
Get sent to Heaven on Savior's bus, and really see what Jesus' shuttle's worth (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 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 land (Disneyland), we in the 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 DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face real tiers
Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, some mid tiers
So I'm not worried about facin' you and savior
I don't feel
Plus, I already in front of JC once...and I'm still here!
Aye, without me, you be here tonight, bitch
I Shine to that league 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 you the Pen to write wit'
Who's is this? Oh, John John's?
Well, do you foul, lil' bitch
wanna see me debate a Bull (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather draw on wilder shit
[?] bitch, ain't no in ya type
You was watchin' Of The Christ
I was in fights, to put passion in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let that nigga start gettin' hype
'Cause these body shit: won't be no classic here tonight!
Aye up, better hope that man controllin' your faith
They wanna know if I'm gonna the Al Capone curse
I was before the shirt went over my shoulders today
Evil as fuck, mid-rappin' we can go to the
You ain't peep the latest
Nigga, Smack bringin' smoke to the stage
Nigga, cock the shit, won't even pop the shit
He gets hit wit' the heat, rock his
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't the shit 'til the mission complete
a ratchet, goin' back and forth with Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap Christianity for real, think harder
You come across people gettin' stoned, and that PCP got fiends walkin' on
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 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 take this Chef place
I'm not pitchin' you B.S., but all it is 3 Of Them Thangs and you won't make it to your next plate
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! cause I shot the Hell out him
Ya niggas, I 'em
Then the is sparkin'
A switchblade, now can go from Four to the Headless Horsemen
Now stick me, he might use a 3 Of Them Thangs bar and talk about the Holy Trinity
But I got a father, son or a holy spirit so it don't mean shit to me
You slick
Who said that Chef won't kill
See he fool y'all convincin' like he's righteous like gon' get it
But you preach, get what you want, then leave, that's why the Chef don't feel him
he get the check, this Christian jet, I see the Creflo winnin'

[Round 1:
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 to me after having 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 you, please intervene, hit me with the D.E. or the beam
I got the Father, Son and Holy Gh...you right that's 3 Of Thangs
Take a fool, "notice" I'm at your 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 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 ain't earn respect?
I went to your 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, never be ranked before us
Why am I him a list?
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 crowd as they go crazy, they it's a "rave"
I went to Atlanta, over the Bullpen, they thinking I'm "Brave"
Who's really putting on for GA? Me! Think a game
But you know I stopped all that I murdered RBE's legend killer
No why they book this bro
The Lord me, Gordon Ramsey
They figured I'd Chef once they saw me cooking Show
I tell em, Brother Brother 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 me to take a back seat for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a way, made him step it up
Now everybody thinking that this guy's
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 sure pick, you wanna know why the kid ain't Prolly cause you ain't never cooked in a literal sense
I'm talking biblical text, five loaves, two fish, my the original Chef
And you? Yes
Every battle you let the pop
And y'all be letting that fly like static shock
No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't even half the stock of your captain Roc
All of New York what time it was once I got the call
I made from the Apple Watch
Wait wait wait, that's a popular for the rebuttal king
You know he try to scheme the store
Like, round he gonna fix it with 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?
Yo's (Jalapenos) got that much kick to it either
diva was acid reflux, gassed 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 Iron
Or how should've gave me Iron, Chef
But since that ain't it chief, I'm eyeing
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 homies, you was never the one
Just like a fake friend, they wanna see you doing good but never than them
They said it's begun, am I the Christian?
Well that question is
Teresa got the top spot, only cause I'm second to none (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 sheets wrap sheets around talent?
I am valid, you my state of mind, that every time I went to Georgia I didn't leave 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 wouldn't lose 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 missin'
By the fifth prayer a cap hit his head, I make Salat him
I got him at gun point, two burners but don't worry both spray
First the fo' fo' wave then I aim like Fabolous album, the fifth Way
Aye you prayin', sayin' you a Christian, won't get you this one
That's a move
Nigga always 'bout "God got him."
Baow, now He do
War, famine, conquest, death, some of the that the 4 Horsemen symbolize
So with them lines, how the fuck that tie into y'all Christian
Oh I get it, collecting tithes from battle leagues, vultures
And y'all 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 this collect
I suit up for war, you up cause you think the look is good
You read the good book, my gettin' booked for good
Nigga you can't dodge death, it ain't Chef no more, it's God's Chef
If you understand, nod "yes"
See hard headed gon' get yo' squad stretched
I that revolver as close as you keep 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 with a .38
And give a the best PG he can ask for, the Pearly Gates."
And I say off rip I let the blow
It is like TSA I check niggas if I sense that any smoke
But yo Smack, you ain't 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 all my battles on URL and I won't get to the top
I'm Nino on the roof, all these 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 these are
First punch 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 have a choice, cause for no reason niggas front page ya
So nigga prayer?
How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I barely have one, like Chuck
Loso! We ain't alike in this shit, ain't even
All that preachin'
You can't tell them 'bout me ain't secret
But I'll clutch and squeeze it, up 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 some shit
David and Goliath, nah for this situation 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 like 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 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 let me know is y'all never really found Jesus
Nigga, I'll have you in the ground, nigga fuck faith
We known to black like a Genesis, think it's a game, 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 gotta for you to get the update
I say my nigga we battled of the same people, but this kid trippin'
They battled me of respect
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 what you to do
You spend all this time tryin' to them believe in Him
When you need to 'em believe 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 first name
Santrez 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 wanna fight Myers cause y'all ain't at Summer Madness 7
Wait, that you and Dan's issue
Boy we had a witchu
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 around us, tho most doubted it
saw Johnny Unite us, and thought 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 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 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 crazy 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?
Vice Versa, I see why you in a Pastor, Troy
Boy you rappin' noise, always wanna the victim of how you got placed in prison
Well now the father forgive him
Boy you got all these questions and you just wanna make
You got all these for God right?
BOW! Go a conversation with him
Wait wait
I know Twork's over there like, "Man. Loso's the 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 shadow with plans in his hands?
Funny we saw Tay (saute) cook and knew Chef's was a flash in the pan
Boy I laughed at man
When he told Chess, "I'll put in Chess (chest), and 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 going through mind when you wrote that?
That's the type of you kick fam'?
Well that it man
What Jesus do?
I'ma (w)rap about it a wristband
You should've kept it mellow (Melo), but a harder way (Hardaway) like a Knicks' fan
Why let the fifth blam? Charlie in a small room, I had to get them 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 this will slowly sink in after I it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you know it is fam'
Let me set the table for Chef this plate is a course to be told
Stop if we were spoon fed my brother
Why are you at a fork in the road?
See brand is tied to URL pushin' your craft to these folks
You are in a glorified PG purgatory but be bragging the
in small leagues are you actually known
But how you got a name "Chef" and can't find the right recipe for a Summer or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

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

3: Chef Trez]
The fact you think you cause any damage to me is playin' my fuckin' mind
You really think I lost sleep takin' this battle? Are you fuckin'
I already had my biggest battle on
I was done with mine the moment I hoped off stage after my brother died
Whatchu gon' say? I made a N.O.M.E. or Summer Madness?
Well get it clear
I dealt with three deaths in June, I definitely seen summer this year
Now let's Swear To God
To God while I was locked up you wasn't on Facebook makin' posts
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 your on John after every-
You know what? I talked to God before so it don't even matter
I said, "You gon' jump me and Loso smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now this one. Verb made the guardian angles duck."
He seen the gun I had and said, "Loso got one."
Wait a minute, wasn't the Bible multiple times?
And y'all that 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 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 while your God was inventin' this place
But while He's I'm supposed to listen? Okay
How He gon' me?
and Eve, he couldn't even keep a bitch in her place
My little brother drown, a day later my got shot and killed
A few months before big brother got shot, I'm like, "Nah not for real."
I'm missin' 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 in him and give praise 'til my eyes shut?
Nigga, the whole time he was fixin' ya life, he was fuckin' up
You was in your room thinkin', writin' raps in your
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, trapped in, attached to a
Aye, but keep makin' up guns and watch these get buried
Fake burners, bitch I wish the one 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 wanna be cocky, a pussy nigga, a bitch and some more
Wannabe gangsta, can't fit in, you won't get the support
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 nothin' will ever stop God's plan, right? So nothin' you can do to dodge death
Fuck it, .38 snub, him to try to dodge that
You goin' to Heaven but what usually happens after the blow? God bless!
say you never lost and I never won
Y'all trippin'
Me and him, when it come to competition there's different
A battled the in the world and held 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?
god damn, you should've brung that to America
Cause at N.O.M.E. we seen much against against Scott land (Scotland)
Aw man, and what's up witchu 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! off the top of his head now we can look inside!
Aye, I'm in a place
spray and have 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 like you complainin' to me
They say, "He Christian", I tell after he got hit in his brains with the heat
He got his wrapped, I made the nigga change his beliefs
You to get paid for quotin' a Bible? Nigga that is a crook
This ain't a library, why you to get a check out a book?
Man

[Round 3:
Now to prepare for this battle, I sat
And begun to
I knew son was
But I read 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 undefeated when I'm trustin' in them rounds
Boy this a beat
You wanna be like Christ on the Cross act tougher
The is I can steal (still) assist you with boards like a stat stuffer
You just started getting views
Then why you tryin' to brag
You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) it's only right I you to your Last Supper
Here's the brother
Back then, I was with the substance
And 'til this day!, I was with the punches
Aye for months in, I that you was barkin' with 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

This it's wack, tellin' me that 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 feeding us the same stuff a Pez Dispenser
Oh you the best,
Well you gotta the difference
That's why I be crematin' these broke rappers, just so they can earn (urn) a
You these worthless digits?
Life is more than racks in a back pack handed in your peers
Cause when the sky crack, He might shake your hand but He ain't giving out Champion Of The
Let's make it clear, you don't reach for the burner, then hit each

This risky,
Y'all thinkin' that this guy better, well I'll
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 pressure
Boy this my era, so you gotta see me
You was on the to success until you seen me skrrrr
Now my team we, seem weak, but I bet he beat jerks
A. Ward 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
P-? Ohhhh, you mean 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 light
See I might feel, I can maybe do this
Ice this with an easy if the cadence ruthless
Why'd you team up with this punk, Roc(k)? ain't 80's music
Now watch the tables turn for Chef that's a Lazy
Listen, you crazy stupid, if you tyin' to to my words so you can rebuttal it tonight
But if you really wanna prove my round wrong why don't you rebuttal it with ya
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 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 think you can go through we go through and still be keeping the faith?
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he wouldn't last a with the Saints
It's getting deep in place
With these battle rappers, and righteous standards
Claiming "God didn't answer my prayer.", when in reality you didn't like His answer
Boy who the hell are you to question
You should've known your mind 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 cool if
Y'all don't really with me or don't understand me for being Christian
I'd rather y'all clown me for being godly, than God damn me for being wicked
This is different, then usual punch 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 cold
Boy you my mans no matter Trez, but I promise I won't let you lose your soul