Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Chef
I say, you that, Loso? The Devil beside ya
It's a cold
And that lil' you just got is the sins in your soul spillin'
See I don't care about imaginary gun bars, they give me a feelin'
Plus, if you with religion, you know Christians did the most killin'
You can't help me or talk to me, you just gon' be shook how I
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 Jesus' shuttle's worth (Shuttlesworth)
I'm highly pissed, me with 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 hurt his face, then I use the legs
But we in Orlando, so if this land (Disneyland), we in the perfect place
Nah, I got the urge to
I let off a with a .38
Universal globe, the'll 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 worried about you and your savior
I don't feel
Plus, I stood in front of JC once...and I'm still here!
Aye, me, you wouldn't be here tonight, bitch
I brung Shine to league that birthed and gave you life, bitch
But when I dipped, you got hype quick and all praise to Christ, shit
I'ma ya god, I left you the Pen to write wit'
Who's child is this? Oh, John
Well, I'mma do you foul, lil'
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 watchin' Passion Of The
I was in fights, to put passion in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let that start actin' gettin' hype
these 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 Capone
I was cursed before the shirt went over my today
as fuck, mid-rappin' we can go to the fade
You peep the latest sponsor?
Nigga, Smack condone bringin' smoke to the
Nigga, cock the shit, won't 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' back and forth Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap like for real, think harder
You come across people gettin' stoned, and PCP got fiends walkin' on water
We got good [?], hella white your religion, see it's very true
too much difference, hell we even got Mary too
But this situation like baseball, oh that register to no one?
Well I was locked up so off the bat I miss Strike but now that I'm run
This the league and you can't take 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 got a lot of faith, it's just somethin' I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he knew where he was goin' when he died,
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 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 ain't
Who that Chef won't kill him?
See he fool y'all like he's righteous like that's 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 cause is like protocol
You know battle rappers always come to me after roughs encounter with JC
I said, what up,
They shoulda told you I'm not one you see in the ring
No weapon against 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 3 Of Them Thangs
Take a fool, "notice" I'm at your door like the rent due
If you wanna bring War to (water) me it bottled up, that's a Flint rule
You should've been knew, every popular name I dismantle too nice
See my domination is a constellation, I these stars up and show you what an animal look like
Oh you pissed off my brother? Why? Cause I ain't earn your respect?
I went to your house and 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 him a list?
Well his name's Chef, this where I'm suppose to place my order
They tell me "Oh no, Loso, we it's a phase."
I'm the crowd as they go crazy, they think it's a "rave"
I went to Atlanta, 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 I murdered RBE's legend killer
No wonder why book this bro
The Lord enhanced me, Ramsey
They figured I'd master Chef once they saw me Show
I tell em, Brother Trez Brother Trez, you saw me win every battle and you never pass me with rappin'
You showed your heart, they even gotta ask me what happened
Rosa Parks: he wanted me to a back seat for blackin'
The is, my killin' in a gruesome way, made him step it up
Now everybody that this guy's special
In other words, all that gore made (gourmet) Chef cooking on a high level
But we amazed, how you quick rhymes and the boy spit
But lately, TSA: we skip your lines and get bored quick
Boy, I'mma sure pick, you wanna 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 you? Yes
Every battle you let the pop
And y'all be letting that trash fly like shock
No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't even have the stock of your captain Roc
All of New York knew what it was once I got the call
I made everybody the Apple Watch
wait wait, that's a popular reference 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 spitting no ether."
But why up Holla pen?
Yo's (Jalapenos) ain't got that kick to it either
This diva was acid reflux, gassed up he was frying Chess (chest)
But I can care less if your 16's deadly, are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper right here would say about the Iron Chef
Or how they gave me Iron, Chef
But since ain't 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 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
said it's begun, am I the nicest Christian?
Well that question is
Mother Teresa got the top spot, only I'm second to none (Nun)
You better refund, every line how you packed in the back street where it's abandoned
But why would I care about your rap sheet when my rap sheets wrap around your talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, 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 cold
I knew you was gonna lose round 1, I just came here so you wouldn't your soul

[Round 2: Chef
I say the first hurt him but the second round set him when shots hit him
I him prayin' over and over
I thought he was Christian, now I'm on the spot
He done prayed to God four times, I'd shoot again 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 worry both spray
First the fo' fo' wave I aim like Fabolous album, the fifth Loso's Way
Aye you prayin', sayin' you a Christian, get you outta this one
a silly move
Nigga always '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 tie into y'all Christian God?
Oh I get it, tithes from battle leagues, fuckin' vultures
And y'all really are here to destroy, the culture
Ain't no respect, I mean how could I respect
You gotta collect tithes, I miss this collect call
I suit up for war, you suit up 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 Trez no more, 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 as I let it open you meet God next
See how my mind in a dirty
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 blow
It is like TSA I check niggas if I sense that there's any
But yo Smack, you even screened this nigga
You just 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 tiers I 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, of these are swingin'
First punch killed by the cross, Jesus
Then the Coming 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
have a choice, cause for no reason niggas will front page ya
So nigga what
How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I barely have one, like Chuck
Loso! We ain't alike in shit, ain't nothin' even
All fuckin' preachin'
You can't them '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 holy now, cause I'm covered with the of Jesus
Aye, I'm startin' it, Transformin' shit, liftin' arms again
Adam and Eve, no don't need, that's some retarded shit
David and Goliath, nah for situation that's an awkward fit
I'm Peter and Paul for this cause once he gets split, he'll never be able to eat wit' again
I say time again, I think like Loso don't know what it is
I'm an original here, the father in shit
No lies this
Oh no one can you but a select few? I guess I'm one of the guys that fit
really 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 really found Jesus
Nigga, I'll have you X-Box'ed in the ground, fuck faith
We known to black like a Genesis, think a game, keep up, wait
I'll give him 30 seconds, he better be 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'
battled me cause of respect
They battled you for a check, that's a big
It's a beast in you, but you unleash him yet and that's what you need to do
You spend all this time tryin' to make believe in Him
When you need to make 'em in you

[Round 2:
Now you know one of us gone 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 clown you for it, like you did JC and his issues
Went online to said you wanna fight Myers y'all ain't battle at Summer Madness 7
Wait, wasn't that you and Dan's
Boy we had a witchu
It was Trez, Loso, Riggz, Newz, we so dominant
Both conquering, showing we can get a name without a sponsorship
Couldn't believe the hype around us, even tho most it
They saw Johnny Unite us, and thought we had a cult
I was so bothered 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 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" he a "Monster" with the lamest gang?
I don't wanna hear non of "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the same
Mayne, that was crazy right? You see how I really got all mans hatin'
Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy, that was me a little shot at your gas station
Boy past hatin'
Aye Smack what you boy? A lght searcher?
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
Well now the ain't forgive him
Boy you got all these questions and you just wanna decisions
You got all questions for God right?
BOW! Go have a conversation him
wait wait
I know Twork's there like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, you see we kind of prayin' different?
I that man, "Bow, go have a conversation with him."
Do you even make
Or you just gonna follow Roc's shadow with your in his hands?
Funny we saw Tay (saute) and knew Chef's career was a flash in the pan
Boy I at this man
he told 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 Trez, and I don't hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez, that was gay Trez
The hell was going through mind when you wrote that?
That's the of stuff you kick fam'?
that ain't it man
What would do?
I'ma (w)rap about it 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 room, I had to get them Clips Banned
it was weighin' 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 this will slowly sink in after I it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you know 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 at a fork in the road?
See your brand is tied to URL your craft to these folks
You are in a glorified PG but be bragging the most
in small 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 main at Spit Dat Heat and only 20 people in
You mean to me the Chef was barely selling Mill (meal) tickets?
Boy listen
He on my rise to the top
And prolly now he feels dumb
But like the 10 plagues in the Bible
Cause at first was in denial (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
worry, you not gon' lose your soul

[Round 3: Chef
The fact that you think you cause any 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 mine the moment I hoped off stage my brother died
Whatchu gon' say? I never a N.O.M.E. or Summer Madness?
let's get it clear
I dealt with three deaths in June, I definitely seen summer this year
Now let's play 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 wasn't on the actin' like a hoe
Nigga Swear To God you ain't almost turn back on John after every-
You know what? I to God before this so it don't even matter
I said, "You gon' between me and Loso smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now this one. Cause Verb 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 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 tryin' to save from me
Like, "Nah, I pull it today."
Cause He said, "Thou 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 control me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't keep a bitch in her place
My little brother drown, a day later my homie got 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 in that coma or how Gunnar lost his life holdin' his child, but your God is real?
I'm to believe in him and give praise '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', writin' rap in a
You was on Google searchin' Bible trapped in a cell
I was behind them bars like sim card, trapped in, attached to a
Aye, but keep makin' up guns and these cats get buried
Fake burners, bitch I wish the one that hit my brother was
Aye but it, let's get imaginary then
Baow! Now y'all can have an imaginary
You a hypocrite, [?] bitch get to the Lord
I say wanna be cocky, this a pussy nigga, a bitch and some
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 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, him to try to dodge that
You goin' to Heaven but usually happens after the nose blow? God bless!
They say you lost and I never won
suckers trippin'
Me and him, when it to competition there's somethin' different
A battled the best in the world and 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 brung that to
Cause at N.O.M.E. we ain't seen much against against Scott (Scotland)
Aw man, and what's up witchu chasin' Twork? You deserve it
duckin' these other new niggas and actin' nervous
Aye Twork, think I shook his pride, but he ain't look alive
BAOW! off the top of his head now we can look inside!
Aye, I'm in a dark
I'll and have shots hittin' ya girl
I gun butt ya face
Now you dealin' with day cause that's the end of your world
That's enough, you hand wit' a beast
call it a pen, it sound like you complainin' to me
They say, "He Christian", I couldn't tell after he got hit in his brains the heat
He got his head wrapped, I 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 tryin' to get a out a book?
Man

3: Loso]
Now to for this battle, I sat back
And begun to
I son was nice
But I read Luke 8:17 and
Whatever happens in the dark, is bound to come to
Oh you come to fight
They said "Loso can only beat Trez if he freestyle"
That's funny I see how
My savior got two through his wrist, one in his feet
I'm when I'm trustin' in them three rounds
Boy this a down
You wanna be like on the Cross then act tougher
The is I can steal (still) assist you with boards like a stat stuffer
You just getting views right?
Then why you tryin' to brother?
You needed JC for your first (meal) it's only right I bring you to your Last Supper
Here's the facts
then, I was louder with the substance
And 'til this day!, I was wilder with the
Aye for months in, I seen you was barkin' with ya pencil
And San' lot (Sandlot) of your games my dawgs (dogs) take (off fence) to
Wait, wait,

In round 1, I was too when I blacked

This it's wack, tellin' me that the winner
If that's the case, why they not messin' ya?
Cause ya don't move the crowds it's extra filler
You just a different 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 these worthless digits?
is more than racks in a back pack handed in front your 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

This risky,
Y'all thinkin' that this guy better, well 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 when 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, seem weak, but I bet he these jerks
A. talk to him!

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

A PG?
I just wanted you to rap on 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 bill
See I might feel, I can maybe do this
Ice this with an easy flow if the ruthless
you team up with this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't 80's music
Now the tables turn for Chef that's a Lazy Susan
Listen, you crazy stupid, if you tyin' to listen to my words so you can rebuttal it
But if you really wanna my round wrong why don't you rebuttal it with ya life?
and point
When you hear bad 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 we'd respect you more if you weren't the life that got my homeboy shot up
You still a kid Santrez
You think you can go what we go through and still be keeping the faith?
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he wouldn't last a week the Saints
getting deep in this place
With these battle rappers, and their standards
"God didn't answer my prayer.", when in reality you just didn't like His answer
Boy who the are you to question God?
You should've known your mind ruin it
That's why I don't claim to know God is doing, I just know the God who's doing it
See I'm with if
Y'all don't really rock with me or don't understand me for Christian
Cause I'd rather y'all clown me for godly, than God damn me for being wicked
This is different, that usual punch punch when you landing a couple
I'm more concerned when you stand 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 no matter what Trez, but I promise I won't let you lose your soul