Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Chef
I say, you sense that, Loso? The beside ya
It's a cold
And that lil' chill you got is the sins in your soul spillin'
See I don't care about imaginary gun bars, give me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you familiar with religion, you know Christians did the killin'
You can't help me or talk to me, you just gon' be how I reply
Stick ya hand out and lose it, as well as ya life: 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 your Savior's bus, and really see what Jesus' worth (Shuttlesworth)
I'm pissed, miss 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 fist his face, then I use the legs
But we in Orlando, so if knee land (Disneyland), we in the perfect place
Nah, I got the urge to
I let off a round a .38
Universal Studios globe, the'll revolve(r) you
Let's talk, I DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face real 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 already stood in front of JC once...and I'm here!
Aye, me, you wouldn't be here tonight, bitch
I brung Shine to that that birthed and gave you life, bitch
But when I dipped, you got hype quick and gave all to Christ, shit
Nigga I'ma ya god, I you the Pen to write wit'
child is this? Oh, John John's?
Well, I'mma do you foul, lil'
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 Passion Of The Christ
I was in fights, to put passion in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let that nigga start actin' hype
'Cause these Hollows body shit: won't be no classic tonight!
Aye look up, better that man controllin' your faith
They know if I'm gonna break the Al Capone curse
I was cursed before the shirt went over my shoulders
as fuck, mid-rappin' we can go to the fade
You ain't the latest sponsor?
Nigga, Smack condone bringin' smoke to the
Nigga, I'll cock the shit, won't pop the shit
He gets hit wit' the heat, his shit
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't stop the shit 'til the mission
Just a ratchet, back and forth with Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap Christianity for real, think harder
You come across people stoned, and that PCP got fiends walkin' on water
We got good [?], hella white like your religion, see it's true
Ain't too much difference, we even got Mary too
But this situation like baseball, oh that ain't register to no
Well I was up so off the bat I miss Strike 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 your plate
This nigga got a lot of faith, it's just somethin' I can tell him
Askin' if he knew he was goin' when he died, Smack
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! yeah 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 wit' me, he might use a 3 Of Them bar and talk about the Holy Trinity
But I don't got a father, son or a holy spirit so it don't mean to me
You slick
Who said Chef won't kill him?
See he fool convincin' like he's righteous like that's gon' get it
But you fake preach, get what you want, then leave, that's why the don't feel him
Once he get the check, this Christian jet, I see the winnin'

[Round 1:
They said this is long overdue, you know it was only a matter of 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 shoulda you I'm not one you wanna see in the ring
No weapon formed 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 hint fool, "notice" I'm at 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, popular name 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 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"
Well learn from 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, exactly where I'm suppose to place my order
tell me "Oh no, Loso, we think 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, they I'm "Brave"
Who's really putting on for GA? Me! it's a game
But you I stopped all that once I murdered RBE's legend killer
No wonder why they this bro
The enhanced me, Gordon Ramsey
They figured I'd master Chef once they saw me Show
I tell em, Brother Brother Trez, you saw me win every battle 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 a back seat for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a gruesome way, him step it up
Now everybody thinking this guy's special
In words, all that gore made (gourmet) Chef start cooking on a high level
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 pick, you wanna know 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 Typical? Yes
Every you let the 'matic pop
And y'all be letting that trash fly like static
No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't even have half the stock of captain Roc
All of New York knew what it was once I got the call
I made everybody from the Apple
Wait wait, that's a popular reference for the rebuttal king
You know he gonna try to scheme the
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) ain't got that much 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 would say something the Iron Chef
Or how they gave 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 respecting this bum
Outta all my real homies, you was the one
Just like a friend, they wanna see you doing good but never better than them
They said it's begun, am I the Christian?
Well question is dumb
Mother Teresa got the top spot, only I'm second to none (Nun)
You better refund, every line how you heat in the back street where it's abandoned
But why would I care about your rap sheet when my rap sheets wrap sheets around talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, that every time I went to Georgia I didn't leave until 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 here so you wouldn't lose your soul

[Round 2: Trez]
I say the first him but the second round set him down when shots hit him
I heard him over and over
I he was Christian, now I'm on the spot trippin'
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 but don't worry both gon' 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 outta one
That's a silly
Nigga talkin' 'bout "God got him."
Baow, now He do
War, famine, conquest, death, of the things that 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 y'all are here to destroy, the fuckin' culture
Ain't no respect, I how could I respect 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' headed gon' get yo' squad stretched
I keep that revolver as close as you 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 hear Loso with a .38
And give a Christian the best PG he can ask for, the 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 tryin' to give him a spot
I had to go to war and earn mine, that's the difference in
You I lost all my battles on URL and I won't get to the top
I'm Nino on the roof, all these tiers I face but my brother, I'm still the one givin' the
Whatchu gon' do? Pray for me? Well let's see if it a demon
As soon as you bow ya head you drop, of these are swingin'
punch killed by the cross, Jesus treatment
Then the Second Coming since that's somethin' that he in
I was growin' up it was all love, I was screamin' "Fuck Satan."
Then it turned into a trunk raiser, reachin' for pumps, gun blazers
have a choice, cause for no reason niggas will front page ya
So what prayer?
How you save my soul (sole) when I barely have one, like Chuck Taylors
Loso! We ain't alike in shit, ain't nothin' even
All fuckin' preachin'
You can't tell them 'bout me nothin' secret
But clutch and squeeze 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, double arms again
Adam and Eve, no these need, that's some retarded 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 really want God bodied? they 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 really Jesus
Nigga, I'll you X-Box'ed in the ground, nigga fuck faith
We known to black like a Genesis, think it's a game, keep up,
I'll give him 30 seconds, he better be 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 battled some of the same people, but this kid
battled me cause of respect
They you for a check, that's a big difference
It's a beast in you, but you won't unleash him yet and that's you need to do
You spend all this time tryin' to make believe in Him
When you to make 'em believe in you

[Round 2:
Now you know neither one of us lose right, we both gon' win
I you battled in Atlanta, I battled in Atlanta
You got a Hispanic first name, I got a Hispanic name
Santrez 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 Myers cause y'all ain't battle at Summer Madness 7
Wait, wasn't you and Dan's issue
Boy we had a plan
It was Trez, Loso, Riggz, Newz, we were so
Both conquering, showing we can get a without a coke sponsorship
Couldn't believe the 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 just stand in defeat, it's no point for me to kill him, Understand what I mean, Sure After 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 this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" with the lamest
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 mans
Exactly why I said 5 Energy, that was me takin' a little shot at your gas station
Boy this past
Aye Smack what you boy? A lght searcher?
Vice Versa, I see why you in a Pastor, Troy
Boy you rappin' noise, always play 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 decisions
You got all questions for God right?
BOW! Go a conversation with him
wait wait
I know over there like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, you see we kind of prayin' different?
I told that man, "Bow, go have a with him."
Do you even decisions?
Or you just follow Roc's shadow with your plans in his hands?
Funny we saw Tay (saute) cook and knew Chef's career was a in the pan
Boy I laughed at 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 your mind when you wrote that?
That's the type of stuff you kick
Well ain't it man
What Jesus do?
I'ma (w)rap about it like a
You should've kept it (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) like a Knicks' fan
Why let the fifth blam? Charlie in a small room, I had to get them Clips
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 it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you what it is fam'
Let me set the table for cause this plate is a course to be told
Stop worryin' if we spoon fed my brother
Why are you at a fork in the road?
See your brand is tied to URL pushin' your craft to these
You are in a glorified PG but be bragging the most
Only in leagues are you actually known
But how you got a name "Chef" and can't find the right for a Summer Madness or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

Lemme this real vivid
You were the main at Spit Dat and only 20 people in attendance?
You mean to me the Chef was barely selling Mill (meal) tickets?
Boy chill
He hatin' on my 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 punches and a flow that's cold
I told you you was lose round 2
Don't worry, you not lose your soul

3: Chef Trez]
The fact that you think you cause any damage to me is playin' my fuckin'
You really think I lost sleep takin' this battle? Are you fried?
I had my biggest battle on Smack
Nigga I was done with mine the moment I off stage after my brother died
Whatchu gon' I never made 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 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 back on John after
You know what? I talked to God before this so it don't even
I said, "You gon' between me and Loso smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now this one. Cause Verb made the guardian 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 book true?
Well we had on sub .9's
So shit we changed how the texts (TECs) looked too
But sometimes, your God be tryin' to niggas from me
Like, "Nah, I pull 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 gon' me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't even a bitch in her place
My little brother drown, a day my homie got shot and killed
A few months big brother got shot, I'm like, "Nah this not for real."
I'm missin' events in the box with
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 mine up
You was in your thinkin', writin' raps in your cell
I was in my thinkin', writin' rap in a cell
You was on Google Bible scriptures trapped in a cell
I was behind them bars like sim card, trapped in, to a cell
Aye, but keep makin' up guns and watch these cats get
Fake burners, bitch I the one that hit my brother was imaginary
Aye but fuck it, let's get then
Baow! Now y'all can have an imaginary
You a hypocrite, [?] bitch get sent to the
I say be cocky, this a pussy nigga, a bitch 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 Christian Dior
We was supposed to awhile 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 happens after the nose blow? God bless!
They say you lost and I never won
suckers trippin'
Me and him, when it come to competition there's somethin'
A battled the in the world and held my own, you see the fuckin' difference?
You battled niggas and it be close 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 ain't seen much against Scott land (Scotland)
Aw man, and what's up witchu chasin' Twork? You deserve it
Stop these other new niggas and actin' nervous
Aye Twork, think I shook his pride, but he ain't gon' alive
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 dealin' with judgement day cause the end of your world
That's enough, you can't hand a beast
They call it a pen, it 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 to get a check out a book?
Man

[Round 3:
Now to for this battle, I sat back
And begun to
I knew son was
But I read Luke 8:17 and
Whatever happens in the dark, is bound to to light
Oh you better to fight
They said "Loso can only 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 I'm trustin' in them three rounds
Boy this a beat
You wanna be like Christ on the then act tougher
The point is I can (still) assist you with boards like a stat stuffer
You started getting views right?
Then why you tryin' to brother?
You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) it's only right I bring you to Last Supper
the facts brother
Back then, I was louder the substance
And this day!, I was wilder with the punches
Aye for months in, I that you was barkin' with ya pencil
And lot (Sandlot) of your games my dawgs (dogs) take offense (off fence) to
Wait, wait,

In 1, I was too great when I blacked

This it's wack, me that Trez the winner
If that's the case, why not messin' with ya?
Cause ya content don't move the crowds it's extra
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 crematin' these broke rappers, just so they can earn (urn) a
You want these digits?
Life is than racks in a back pack handed in front 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 witness

risky, listen
Y'all thinkin' this guy better, well I'll never
Get checked by a kid if you try mister (trimester)
1,2,1,2, get his side severed,
I should've bet them,but why let up?
Cause when don't stop you gotta apply pressure
Boy this my era, so you gotta see me
You was on the road to success you seen me skrrrr
Now my team we, seem weak, but I bet he beat jerks
A. talk to him!

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

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 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, like I can do this
Ice this with an easy flow if the cadence
you team up with this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't 80's music
Now watch the tables 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 prove my round wrong why don't you rebuttal it with ya life?
Case and
you hear bad news you grab the chrome and go
When I hear Bad Newz I'm on the phone with bro
See I tryin' to throw 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 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
With these rappers, and their righteous standards
Claiming "God didn't answer my prayer.", when in reality you just didn't His answer
Boy who the are you to question God?
You should've known your will ruin 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 with if
Y'all don't really rock 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 wicked
This is different, then that usual punch punch when you landing a
I'm more concerned when you stand before God and don't get a to rebuttal
That's why I came here 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