Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Chef
I say, you sense that, Loso? The beside ya
a cold feelin'
And that lil' chill you just got is the sins in soul spillin'
See I don't care imaginary gun bars, they give me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you familiar with religion, you Christians did the most killin'
You help me or talk to me, you just gon' be shook how I reply
Stick ya out and you'll lose it, as well as ya life: I'm Denzel in The Book Of Eli
was your Training Day, He Got Game, but look, bitch, it's my fuckin' turf
Get to Heaven on your Savior's bus, and really see what Jesus' shuttle's worth (Shuttlesworth)
I'm pissed, miss me with all that godly shit
For the with 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 yo' ass in yo' state
The fist hurt his face, I use the legs
But we in Orlando, so if this knee land (Disneyland), we in the perfect
Nah, I got the to pray
I let off a round a .38
Studios globe, the'll revolve(r) 'round you
Let's talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face tiers
Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, some mid tiers
So I'm not about facin' you and your savior
I don't feel
Plus, I already stood in front of JC once...and I'm here!
Aye, without me, you wouldn't be here tonight,
I brung Shine to that that birthed and gave you life, bitch
But when I dipped, you got hype and gave all praise to Christ, shit
Nigga 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 see me debate a Bull (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather draw on some 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 nigga actin' gettin' hype
'Cause Hollows body shit: won't be no classic here tonight!
Aye look up, better hope man controllin' your faith
They wanna if I'm gonna break the Al Capone curse
I was cursed the shirt went over my shoulders today
Evil as fuck, mid-rappin' we can go to the
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 'til the mission complete
Just a ratchet, goin' back and forth Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap like for real, think harder
You across people gettin' stoned, and that PCP got fiends walkin' on water
We got good [?], hella white your religion, see it's very true
Ain't too much difference, hell we even got 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 I'm home: 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 it to your next plate
This nigga got a lot of faith, it's somethin' I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he knew where he was when he died, Smack
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! yeah cause I the Hell out him
Ya niggas, I 'em
Then the is sparkin'
A switchblade, now y'all can go from Four to the Headless
Now stick wit' me, he might use a 3 Of Them Thangs bar and about the Holy 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 righteous like that's gon' get it
But you fake preach, get what you want, then leave, that's why the Chef feel him
he get the check, this Christian jet, I see the Creflo winnin'

[Round 1:
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, up, Trez?
They shoulda told you I'm not one you wanna see in the
No weapon formed against me shall prosper, while He is the
I dare you, please intervene, hit me the D.E. or the beam
I got the Father, Son and Holy Gh...you right 3 Of Them Thangs
Take a hint fool, "notice" I'm at your door the rent due
If you wanna War to (water) me keep it bottled up, that's a Flint 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 respect?
I went to your 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 never be ranked 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 the crowd as they go crazy, they think it's a "rave"
I to Atlanta, took over the Bullpen, they thinking I'm "Brave"
really putting 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 they this bro
The enhanced me, Gordon Ramsey
They figured I'd master once they saw me cooking 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 take a back seat for
The fact is, my killin' in a gruesome way, him step it up
Now everybody thinking 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, it's we skip your 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 God's the original
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 have half the stock of your captain Roc
All of New York knew what time it was once I got the
I made everybody from the Apple
Wait wait wait, that's a popular reference for the king
You know he gonna try to scheme the
Like, next round he 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 bring up Holla
Yo's (Jalapenos) got that much kick to it either
This diva was acid reflux, up cause he was frying Chess (chest)
But I can care less if 16's deadly, mine are (minor) threats
See the typical right here would say something about the Iron Chef
Or how they 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 real homies, you was the one
Just like a fake friend, wanna see you doing good but never better than them
said it's begun, am I the nicest 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 abandoned
But why would I care about your rap when my rap sheets wrap sheets around your talent?
I am valid, you knew my 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 cold
I knew you was gonna lose round 1, I just came here so you wouldn't lose soul

2: Chef Trez]
I say the hurt him but the second round set him down when shots hit him
I heard him prayin' over and
I thought he was Christian, now I'm on the spot
He done prayed to God like four times, I'd shoot but the shot missin'
By the fifth 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 I aim like Fabolous album, the fifth Loso's Way
Aye you prayin', you a Christian, won't get you outta this one
That's a silly
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 tie into y'all Christian God?
Oh I get it, collecting tithes from battle leagues, vultures
And y'all really are here to destroy, the culture
no respect, I mean how could I respect frauds
You collect tithes, I can't 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' booked for
Nigga you can't dodge death, it ain't Chef Trez no more, it's God's
If you understand, nod "yes"
See bein' hard headed get yo' squad stretched
I that revolver as close as you keep a Bible and the irony
As soon as I let it open you God next
See how my mind in a state?
They like, "Trez, you gon' hear with a .38
And give a Christian the best PG he can ask for, the Gates."
And I say off rip I let the semi
It is like TSA I check niggas if I sense that any smoke
But yo Smack, you ain't screened this nigga
You just tryin' to give him a
I had to go to war and earn mine, 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? Pray for me? Well let's see if it reach a
As soon as you bow ya head you drop, both of these are
First punch killed by the cross, Jesus
Then the Second Coming since that's somethin' that he in
When I was up it was all love, I was screamin' "Fuck Satan."
Then it turned into bein' a raiser, reachin' for pumps, gun blazers
Ain't have a choice, cause for no niggas will front page ya
So nigga prayer?
How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I have one, like Chuck Taylors
Loso! We ain't alike in this shit, nothin' even
All that fuckin'
You can't tell 'bout me ain't nothin' secret
But I'll clutch and it, up close and personal with a slug he bleedin'
It spread everywhere, I guess I'm holy now, cause I'm with the blood of Jesus
Aye, I'm startin' it, Transformin' shit, liftin' arms again
Adam and Eve, no these 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 time it is
I'm an original here, the in this shit
No lies with
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? Well they had to a nigga that fit in that 5%
They say it's a white, black and a brown
Nigga all that let me know is 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 better be gone in ten tho (Nintendo) when spray
P.S. the .4 wavin', but I gotta for you to get the update
I say my nigga we battled some of the people, but this kid trippin'
They 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 you need to do
You spend all this time tryin' to make them in Him
When you to make 'em believe in you

2: Loso]
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 first name, I got a Hispanic first name
we're twins
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 Myers cause y'all ain't battle at Summer Madness 7
Wait, wasn't that you and issue
Boy we had a witchu
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 around us, even tho doubted it
They saw Johnny 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 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 awake if I'm sleeping on you", boy it's the same old
Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" with the lamest
I don't wanna hear non of that "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy the same
Mayne, that was right? 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 hatin'
Aye Smack what you after boy? A searcher?
Vice Versa, I see why you in a Pastor, Troy
Boy you rappin' noise, wanna play 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 make decisions
You got all these questions for God
BOW! Go have a with him
Wait wait
I know over there like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, can't you see we of prayin' different?
I told that man, "Bow, go have a conversation him."
Do you make decisions?
Or you just gonna follow Roc's shadow with plans in his hands?
Funny we saw Tay (saute) cook and Chef's career 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, was gay Trez
The hell was going through your mind when you wrote
That's the type of stuff you fam'?
Well ain't it man
What would do?
I'ma (w)rap about it like a
You should've kept it mellow (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) a Knicks' fan
Why let the fifth blam? in a small room, I had to get them Clips Banned
it was weighin' on my goals, like Shawn in The 6th Man
Boy!
I will split 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 what it is
Let me set the table for Chef cause 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 pushin' your craft to folks
You are in a glorified PG purgatory but be the most
Only in leagues are you actually known
But how you got a "Chef" and can't find the right recipe for a Summer Madness or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

Lemme make this real
You were the at Spit 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 right now he feels dumb
But it's like the 10 in the Bible
Cause at first blood was in (the Nile), but I ended it when I had to kill son
I'ma real one, with charisma punches and a flow that's
I told you you was gonna 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 I lost sleep takin' this battle? Are you fuckin' fried?
I already had my biggest on Smack
Nigga I was done mine the moment I hoped off stage after my brother died
Whatchu say? I never made a N.O.M.E. or Summer Madness?
Well get it clear
I dealt with three deaths in June, I definitely seen summer madness this
Now let's play To God
Swear To God while I was locked up you wasn't on Facebook posts
And To God when I found out I called you, you wasn't on the phone actin' like a hoe
Nigga To God you ain't almost turn 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 me and Loso smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now this one. Cause made the guardian angles duck."
He the gun I had and said, "Loso got this one."
Wait a minute, the Bible rewrote multiple times?
And y'all thinkin' that book true?
we had attachments on sub .9's
So shit we changed how the texts (TECs) looked too
But sometimes, your God be to save niggas from me
Like, "Nah, I shouldn't 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 gon' me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't even a bitch in her place
My little brother drown, a day later my homie got shot and
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 coma or how Gunnar lost his life holdin' his child, but your God is real?
I'm suppose to believe in him and give praise my eyes shut?
Nigga, the whole time he was ya life, he was fuckin' mine up
You was in room thinkin', writin' raps in your cell
I was in my room thinkin', writin' rap in a
You was on searchin' Bible scriptures trapped in a cell
I was behind them bars sim card, trapped in, attached to a cell
Aye, but makin' up guns and watch these cats get buried
burners, bitch I wish the one that hit my brother was imaginary
Aye but fuck it, let's get then
Baow! Now y'all can 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 the religious bitch it prolly smell like Christian Dior
We was supposed to awhile ago
You had thinkin' like, "How you got Chef?"
But nothin' will ever stop 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 never and I never won
suckers trippin'
Me and him, when it come to competition there's somethin'
A battled the best in the world and held my own, you see the 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?
Nigga god damn, you should've 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 gon' look alive
BAOW! Knock off the top of his now we can look inside!
Aye, I'm in a dark
I'll and have shots hittin' ya girl
After I gun ya face
Now you dealin' judgement day cause that's the end of your world
That's enough, you hand wit' a beast
They call it a pen, it sound like you to me
They say, "He Christian", I couldn't after he got hit in his brains with the heat
He got his head wrapped, I made the nigga change his
You tryin' to get paid for 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 prepare for this battle, I sat
And to write
I son was nice
But I read Luke 8:17 and
Whatever in the dark, is bound to come to light
Oh you come to fight
They "Loso can only beat Chef Trez if he freestyle"
funny I don't 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 then act tougher
The is I can steal (still) assist you with boards like a stat stuffer
You just getting views right?
why you tryin' to brag brother?
You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) it's right I bring you to your Last Supper
the facts brother
Back then, I was with the substance
And 'til this day!, I was wilder the punches
Aye for months in, I that you was barkin' with ya pencil
And San' lot (Sandlot) of games my dawgs (dogs) take offense (off fence) to
Wait, wait,

In round 1, I was too when I blacked

This wack, tellin' me that Trez the winner
If that's the case, why they not messin' ya?
Cause ya content don't move the it's extra filler
You just a different character feeding us the stuff like a Pez Dispenser
Oh you the best,
Well you gotta the difference
why I be crematin' these broke rappers, just so they can earn (urn) a livin'
You want these worthless
Life is more than racks in a back pack handed in your peers
Cause when the sky crack, He might your hand but He ain't giving 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' that this guy better, well never
Get checked by a kid if you try mister (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 see me Twork
You was on the to success until you seen me skrrrr
Now my team we, weak, but I bet he beat these jerks
A. Ward to him!

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

A PG?
I just 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 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 this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't music
Now watch the tables for Chef that's a Lazy Susan
Listen, you crazy stupid, if you to listen to my words so you can rebuttal it tonight
But if you really wanna prove my round wrong why don't you rebuttal it ya life?
Case and
When you hear bad you grab the chrome and go
When I hear Bad Newz I'm praying on the phone bro
See I ain't tryin' to throw no stones, and I know 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 through what we go and still be keeping the faith?
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he wouldn't last a week the Saints
It's deep in this place
With these rappers, and their righteous standards
Claiming "God didn't my prayer.", when in reality you just didn't like His answer
Boy who the hell are you to question
You should've known mind will ruin it
That's why I claim to know what God is doing, I just know the God who's doing it
See I'm with if
Y'all really rock with me or don't understand me for being Christian
Cause I'd 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 more concerned when you 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 matter Trez, but I promise I won't let you lose your soul