Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Chef
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 soul
See I don't care about gun bars, they give me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you familiar with religion, you know Christians did the most
You can't help me or talk to me, you 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
was your 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, me with all that godly shit
For the fans with the pay-per-view, they chose to buy shit
watchin' me put a 30 on cam': this that Tekashi hit
We in Florida, I beat yo' ass in yo'
The fist hurt his face, then I use the
But we in Orlando, so if this knee land (Disneyland), we in the place
Nah, I got the to pray
I let off a round 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, fire 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, me, you wouldn't be here tonight, bitch
I Shine to that league that birthed and gave 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 child is this? Oh, John's?
Well, I'mma do you foul, bitch
Y'all wanna see me a Bull (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather draw on some shit
[?] bitch, ain't no in ya type
You was watchin' Passion Of The
I was in fights, havin' to put in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let nigga start actin' gettin' hype
'Cause these Hollows body shit: won't be no classic tonight!
Aye look up, better hope that man controllin' your
wanna know if I'm gonna break the Al Capone curse
I was cursed before the shirt over my shoulders today
Evil as fuck, mid-rappin' we can go to the
You ain't peep the latest
Nigga, Smack condone bringin' to the stage
Nigga, I'll the shit, won't even pop the shit
He gets hit the heat, rock his shit
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't the shit 'til the mission complete
Just a ratchet, back and forth with Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap like for real, think harder
You come across gettin' stoned, and that PCP got fiends walkin' on water
We got good [?], hella white like religion, see it's very true
Ain't too much difference, hell we got Mary too
But this like baseball, oh that ain't register to no one?
Well I was locked up so off the bat I miss but now that I'm home: run
This the major league and you can't take 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 next plate
This nigga got a lot of faith, just somethin' I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he knew where he was goin' when he died,
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! yeah cause I shot the 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 about the Trinity
But I don't got a father, son or a spirit so it don't mean shit to me
You slick
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, then leave, that's why the Chef feel him
Once he get the check, this jet, I see the Creflo winnin'

1: Loso]
They said this is long overdue, you it was only a matter of time till you had to face me
Prolly this 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 formed against me shall prosper, while He is the King
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 fool, "notice" I'm at your door like the rent due
If you wanna bring War to (water) me keep it up, that's a Flint rule
You should've been knew, every popular I dismantle them too nice
See my domination is a constellation, I line these up and show you what an animal look like
Oh you still pissed off my brother? Why? Cause I earn your respect?
I went to house and started cooking, I see why you took it "Personal Chef"
let's learn from the best
I'm talkin' A. Ward, Street Hymns, Saga, you'll be ranked before us
Why am I him a list?
Well his name's Chef, 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, think it's 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 I stopped all that once I murdered RBE's legend killer
No wonder why book this bro
The Lord enhanced me, Gordon
They figured I'd master once they saw me cooking Show
I tell em, Brother Trez Brother Trez, you saw me win every and knew you never pass me with rappin'
You showed your heart, ain't even gotta ask me what happened
Rosa Parks: he wanted me to take a seat for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a gruesome way, made him it up
Now everybody thinking that guy's special
In other words, all that gore made (gourmet) Chef start cooking on a high
But we amazed, how you with rhymes and the boy spit
But lately, it's TSA: we skip 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 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 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 gonna try to 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 like Hitman, he ain't really spitting no ether."
But why bring up Holla
Yo's (Jalapenos) ain't got much kick to it either
This diva was reflux, gassed up cause he was frying Chess (chest)
But I can care if your 16's deadly, mine are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper right here say something about the Iron Chef
Or how they should've gave me Iron,
But since 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 respecting this bum
all my real homies, you was never the one
Just like a fake friend, they wanna see you doing good but never better them
They said it's begun, am I the nicest
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 heat in the back street it's abandoned
But why would I care about rap sheet when my rap sheets wrap sheets around your talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, that time I went to Georgia I didn't leave until your state was mine
That's why I got charisma, and a flow that's cold
I knew you was gonna round 1, I just came here so you wouldn't lose your soul

[Round 2: Chef
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 fifth prayer a cap hit his head, I make with him
I got him at gun point, two but don't worry both gon' spray
First the fo' fo' wave then I aim like Fabolous album, the fifth Way
Aye you prayin', you a Christian, won't get you outta this one
That's a silly
Nigga always talkin' "God got him."
Baow, now He do
War, famine, conquest, death, some of the things that the 4 symbolize
So with them lines, how the fuck that tie 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 how could I respect frauds
You gotta collect tithes, I can't miss this call
I suit up for war, you suit up you think the look is good
You read the good book, my niggas gettin' 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 bein' hard headed gon' get yo' stretched
I keep 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 state?
They like, "Trez, you hear Loso with a .38
And give a Christian the PG he can ask for, the Pearly Gates."
And I say off rip I let the semi
It is like TSA I check if I sense that there's any smoke
But yo Smack, you ain't even this nigga
You just tryin' to give him a
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 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 you drop, both of these are swingin'
First punch killed by the cross, treatment
Then the Second since that's somethin' that he believe in
When I was up it was all love, I was screamin' "Fuck Satan."
Then it turned into bein' a trunk raiser, reachin' for pumps, gun
Ain't have a choice, cause for no niggas will front page ya
So nigga what
How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I barely have one, like Taylors
Loso! We ain't in this shit, ain't nothin' even
All fuckin' preachin'
You can't them 'bout me ain't nothin' secret
But I'll clutch and it, up close and personal 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' double arms
Adam and Eve, no these don't need, that's some retarded
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' y'all
I say time again, I think like Loso don't know what it is
I'm an original here, the father in 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, and a brown Jesus
Nigga all that let me know is y'all never found Jesus
Nigga, I'll you X-Box'ed in the ground, nigga fuck faith
We to black like a Genesis, think it's a game, keep up, wait
I'll give him 30 seconds, he better be gone in ten tho (Nintendo) when guns
P.S. the .4 wavin', but I gotta for you to get the update
I say my nigga we battled some of the same people, but 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 won't unleash him yet and that's what you to do
You spend all time tryin' to make them believe in Him
When you need to make 'em in you

[Round 2:
Now you know neither one of us gone lose right, we gon' win
I mean you in Atlanta, I battled in Atlanta
You got a first name, I got a Hispanic first name
we're twins
Aye but where we separate, I won't clown you for it, you did JC and his dance issues
Went online to you wanna fight Myers cause 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 were so
Both conquering, showing we can get a name without a 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 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 cans 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 hear 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 mans
Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy, that was me takin' a little shot at gas station
Boy past hatin'
Aye what you after 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 and you just wanna make decisions
You got all these questions for God
BOW! Go have a with him
Wait wait
I know Twork's over like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, can't you see we kind of prayin'
I told that man, "Bow, go a conversation with him."
Do you even decisions?
Or you just gonna follow Roc's shadow with your plans in his
Funny we saw Tay (saute) cook and knew career was a flash in the pan
Boy I laughed at man
When he told Chess, "I'll put in (chest), and take it out Chess (chest)
I'll put it in (inches), and take 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 your mind when you wrote that?
That's the type of you kick fam'?
Well that it man
would Jesus do?
I'ma (w)rap it like a wristband
You should've it mellow (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) like a Knicks' fan
Why let the fifth Charlie in a small room, I had to get them Clips Banned
Cause it was weighin' on my goals, Shawn in The 6th Man
Boy!
I will split San' like a man lil boy, ain't no if ands
But this will slowly sink in after I make it San' (quicksand)
Boy you know it is fam'
Let me set the for Chef cause this plate is a course to be told
Stop worryin' if we were spoon fed my
Why are you at a fork in the road?
See your is tied to URL pushin' your craft to these folks
You are in a glorified PG but be bragging the most
Only in small leagues are you 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!

Lemme make this real
You were the main at Spit Dat Heat and only 20 people in
You to tell me the Chef was barely selling Mill (meal) tickets?
Boy chill
He on my rise to the top
And right now he feels dumb
But it's like the 10 plagues in the
Cause at first blood was in denial (the Nile), but I ended it I had to kill son
I'ma real one, with punches and a flow that's cold
I told you you was gonna round 2
Don't worry, you not lose your soul

[Round 3: Trez]
The that you think you cause 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 mine the moment I hoped off after my brother died
gon' say? I never made a N.O.M.E. or Summer Madness?
Well let's get it
I dealt with three deaths in June, I definitely summer madness this year
Now play Swear To God
Swear To God while I was locked up you wasn't on makin' posts
And Swear To God when I found out I called you, you wasn't on the phone actin' a hoe
Nigga Swear To God you ain't turn your back on John after every-
You know what? I talked to God before this so it even matter
I said, "You gon' jump between me and smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now one. Cause Verb made the guardian angles duck."
He seen the gun I had and said, "Loso got 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 to save niggas from me
Like, "Nah, I shouldn't it today."
Cause He said, "Thou shall not sin (send)" and I did, 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 gon' me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't even a bitch in her place
My little drown, a day later my homie got shot and killed
A few months before big 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 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 time he was fixin' ya life, he was fuckin' mine up
You was in room thinkin', writin' raps in your cell
I was in my room thinkin', rap in a cell
You was on Google searchin' Bible trapped in a cell
I was behind them bars sim card, trapped in, attached to a cell
Aye, but keep makin' up guns and watch these cats get
Fake burners, bitch I wish the one hit my brother was imaginary
Aye but fuck it, get imaginary then
Baow! Now can have an imaginary friend
You a hypocrite, [?] get sent to the Lord
I say wanna be cocky, 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 bitch it prolly smell like Christian Dior
We was supposed to awhile ago
You had thinkin' like, "How you got Chef?"
But nothin' ever stop 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 what usually after the nose blow? God bless!
say you never lost and I never won
Y'all trippin'
Me and him, it come to competition there's somethin' 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 Christian
Aye you win a trophy in the UK?
Nigga god damn, you should've brung that to
Cause at N.O.M.E. we ain't seen against against Scott land (Scotland)
Aw man, and what's up witchu Twork? You don't deserve it
Stop duckin' these other new niggas and nervous
Aye Twork, think I shook his pride, but he ain't look alive
BAOW! Knock off the top of his head now we can inside!
Aye, I'm in a dark
I'll spray and have shots 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 wit' a beast
They it a pen, it sound like you complainin' to me
say, "He Christian", I couldn't tell after he got hit in his brains with the heat
He got his head wrapped, I the nigga change his beliefs
You tryin' to get for quotin' a Bible? Nigga that is a crook
ain't a library, why you tryin' to get a check out a book?
Man

3: Loso]
Now to for this battle, I sat back
And to write
I son was nice
But I read Luke and remembered
Whatever happens in the dark, is bound to come to
Oh you better come to
They said "Loso can only beat Trez 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 in them three rounds
Boy this a beat
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 views right?
why you tryin' to brag brother?
You JC for your first mil' (meal) it's only right I bring you to your Last Supper
Here's the brother
Back then, I was louder the substance
And 'til this day!, I was wilder with the
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 round 1, I was too great I blacked

it's wack, tellin' me that Trez 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,
you gotta learn the difference
That's why I be crematin' broke rappers, just so they can earn (urn) a livin'
You want these digits?
Life is more than racks in a pack handed in front your peers
Cause when the sky crack, He might shake your hand but He ain't out Champion Of The Year
Let's make it clear, you don't for the burner, then hit each witness

This risky,
Y'all thinkin' this guy better, well I'll 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 stop you gotta apply pressure
Boy this my era, so you gotta see me
You was on the road to success until you seen me
Now my team we, seem weak, but I bet he beat these
A. talk to him!

[A.
Aye bro I would but Norbes 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 to take battles that are dope and displayin' this nice skill
You take a cause you're broke, and ain't finished payin' ya light bill
See I might feel, like I can do this
Ice with an easy flow if the cadence ruthless
Why'd you up with this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't 80's music
Now watch the tables turn for 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 why don't you rebuttal it with ya life?
Case and
When you hear bad news you grab the and go
When I hear Bad Newz I'm praying on the with bro
See I ain't tryin' to throw no stones, and I know that's not
But maybe we'd respect you more if you weren't glorifying the 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 with the
It's getting deep in this
With these battle rappers, and their righteous
Claiming "God didn't answer my prayer.", in reality you just didn't like His answer
Boy who the hell are you to God?
You should've known your will ruin it
That's why I don't claim to know what God is doing, I just know the God who's it
See I'm with if
Y'all don't really rock 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 that usual punch when you landing a couple
I'm concerned when you stand before God and don't get a chance to rebuttal
That's why I came here charisma, punches and a flow that's cold
Boy you my mans no what Trez, but I promise I won't let you lose your soul