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 soul
See I care about imaginary gun bars, they give me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you with religion, you know Christians did the most killin'
You can't help me or talk to me, you just be shook how I reply
ya hand out and you'll lose it, as well as ya life: 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 on your 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
Y'all watchin' me put a 30 on cam': this that hit
We in Florida, I yo' ass in yo' state
The hurt his face, then 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 with a .38
Universal globe, the'll revolve(r) 'round you
talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face real tiers
Even Ryda, P, Prep, some fire mid tiers
So I'm not worried about facin' you and your
I don't fear
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 quick and all praise to Christ, shit
Nigga I'ma ya god, I you the Pen to write wit'
Who's child is this? Oh, John
Well, I'mma do you foul, bitch
wanna see me debate a Bull (debatable)?
Well, I'd draw on some wilder shit
[?] bitch, no action in ya type
You was Passion Of The Christ
I was in fights, havin' to put in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let that nigga actin' gettin' hype
'Cause these Hollows body won't be no classic here tonight!
Aye up, better hope that man controllin' 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 ain't peep the latest
Nigga, Smack condone bringin' to the stage
Nigga, I'll cock the shit, won't even pop the
He gets hit wit' the heat, his shit
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't stop the shit the mission complete
Just a ratchet, goin' and forth with Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap like Christianity for real, think
You come across people gettin' stoned, and PCP got fiends walkin' on water
We got [?], hella white like 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?
I was locked 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 it to your next plate
This got a lot of faith, it's just somethin' I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he knew he was goin' 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 to the Headless Horsemen
Now stick wit' me, he might use a 3 Of Thangs bar and talk about the Holy Trinity
But I don't got a father, son or a holy spirit so it mean shit to me
You ain't
Who said that won't kill him?
See he fool y'all convincin' like he's like that's gon' get it
But you fake preach, get what you want, then leave, that's why the Chef don't him
he get the check, this Christian jet, I see the Creflo winnin'

[Round 1:
They said this is long overdue, you know it was only a matter of time till you had to me
Prolly cause this is protocol
You know battle rappers always come to me after having roughs encounter 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, 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
a hint 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 been knew, every popular name I dismantle them too nice
See my domination is a constellation, I line these stars up and show you what an animal like
Oh you pissed off my brother? Why? Cause I ain't earn your respect?
I went to your house and started cooking, I see why you it "Personal Chef"
Well let's learn the best
I'm talkin' A. Ward, Hymns, Saga, you'll never be ranked before us
Why am I him a list?
Well his 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, took 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 why they book this bro
The enhanced me, Gordon Ramsey
figured I'd master Chef once they saw me cooking Show
I tell em, Brother Trez Trez, you saw me win every battle and knew you never pass me with rappin'
You showed your heart, they ain't even ask me what happened
Parks: he wanted me to take a back seat for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a gruesome way, made him it up
Now thinking that this guy's special
In other words, all gore made (gourmet) Chef start 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 know why the kid ain't impress? Prolly you ain't never cooked in a literal sense
I'm biblical text, five loaves, two fish, my God's the original Chef
And you? Yes
Every you let the 'matic pop
And y'all be that trash fly like static shock
No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't even have the stock of your captain Roc
All of New knew what time it was once I got the call
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, next round he gonna fix it with a line a MAC- no wonder you never had a "Genius Bar"
You hear this boy? "Loso all performance like Hitman, he really spitting no ether."
But why bring up 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 less if your 16's deadly, mine are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper right here would say something about the Chef
Or how they should've me Iron, Chef
But since that ain't it chief, I'm eyeing
You get it? The word "chief" you put an "i" in (iron) "Chef"
Boy try your best, I ain't respecting 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 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 about your rap sheet when my rap sheets wrap sheets around your talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, that every time I went to 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 lose 1, I just came here so you wouldn't lose your soul

[Round 2: Chef
I say the first him but the second 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 again but the shot
By the fifth prayer a cap hit his head, I Salat with him
I got him at gun point, two burners but worry both gon' spray
First the fo' fo' wave then I aim like Fabolous album, the Loso's Way
Aye you prayin', sayin' you a Christian, won't get you outta one
That's a move
always talkin' 'bout "God got him."
Baow, now He do
War, famine, conquest, death, some of the things the 4 Horsemen symbolize
So with lines, how the fuck that tie into y'all Christian God?
Oh I get it, collecting from battle leagues, fuckin' vultures
And y'all really are to destroy, the fuckin' culture
Ain't no respect, I how could I respect frauds
You gotta tithes, I can't miss this collect call
I up for war, you suit up cause you think the look is good
You the good book, my niggas gettin' booked for good
Nigga you dodge 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 keep a Bible and the
As soon as I let it you meet God next
See how my mind in a state?
like, "Trez, you gon' hear Loso 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 even screened this
You just to give him a spot
I had to go to war and earn mine, the difference in stock
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 but my brother, I'm still the one givin' the shot
Whatchu gon' do? Pray for me? Well let's see if it a demon
As as you bow ya head you drop, both of these are swingin'
First punch killed by the cross, treatment
the Second Coming since that's somethin' that he believe in
When I was growin' up it was all love, I was "Fuck Satan."
Then it turned into bein' a trunk raiser, for pumps, gun blazers
Ain't have a choice, cause for no reason niggas will front ya
So nigga what
How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I barely have one, like Chuck
Loso! We ain't alike in this shit, ain't nothin'
All fuckin' preachin'
You can't tell them 'bout me ain't nothin'
But I'll clutch and squeeze it, up close and personal a slug he bleedin'
It spread everywhere, I guess I'm holy now, cause I'm covered the blood of Jesus
Aye, I'm it, Transformin' shit, liftin' double arms again
Adam and Eve, no these don't need, that's retarded shit
David and Goliath, nah for this situation that's an fit
I'm Peter and Paul for this cause once he gets split, he'll never be able to eat y'all again
I say time again, I think like 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 few? I guess I'm one of the guys that fit
Y'all really want God 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 never found 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, up, wait
give him 30 seconds, he better 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 some of the same people, but this kid trippin'
They battled me cause of
They battled you for a check, a big difference
It's a beast in you, but you won't unleash him yet and what you need to do
You spend all this time tryin' to them 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 in Atlanta, I battled in Atlanta
You got a Hispanic first name, I got a first name
Santrez we're
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 Dan's
Boy we had a witchu
It was Trez, Loso, Riggz, Newz, we so dominant
Both conquering, we can get a name without a coke sponsorship
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 kill him, Understand what I mean, Sure After Wavy washed you, this is like me 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" the lamest gang?
I don't wanna hear non of that "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy the same
Mayne, that was crazy right? You see how I really got all mans hatin'
Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy, was me takin' a little shot at your gas station
Boy this hatin'
Aye what you after boy? A lght searcher?
Vice Versa, I see why you in a Pastor, Troy
Boy you rappin' noise, always wanna play the 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 have a with 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 follow Roc's shadow with your plans in his hands?
Funny we saw Tay (saute) and knew Chef's career was a flash in the pan
Boy I at this man
When he told Chess, "I'll put in Chess (chest), and take it out (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?
the type of stuff you kick fam'?
Well that it man
What would do?
(w)rap about it like 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 small room, I had to get them 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 make it quick (quicksand)
Boy you what it is fam'
Let me set the table for Chef cause this is a course to be told
Stop if we were spoon fed my brother
Why are you still at a in the road?
See your brand is tied to URL pushin' your to these folks
You are in a glorified PG but be bragging the most
Only in small are you actually known
But how you got a name "Chef" and can't find the recipe for a Summer Madness or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

Lemme this real vivid
You were the main at Spit Dat Heat and only 20 in attendance?
You mean to tell me the Chef was barely selling Mill (meal)
Boy listen
He hatin' on my to the top
And prolly right now he feels
But it's like the 10 in the Bible
Cause at blood 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 told you you was lose round 2
Don't worry, you not gon' lose soul

[Round 3: Trez]
The fact that you 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 battle on Smack
Nigga I was done with mine the moment I hoped off stage 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 seen summer madness this year
Now let's play To God
Swear To God while I was locked up you on Facebook 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 almost turn your on John after every-
You what? I talked 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 that true?
we had attachments on sub .9's
So shit we even how the texts (TECs) looked too
But sometimes, God be tryin' to save niggas from me
Like, "Nah, I pull it today."
He said, "Thou shall not sin (send)" and I did, 'bout six bullets his way
That's one for each day it took while your God was inventin' place
But while speakin' I'm supposed to listen? Okay
How He gon' me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't even keep a bitch in her
My little brother drown, a day later my got shot and killed
A few months big brother got shot, I'm like, "Nah this not for real."
I'm events in the box with chills
Thinkin' how bro died in that coma or how Gunnar his life holdin' his child, but your God is real?
I'm suppose to believe in him and give praise 'til my shut?
Nigga, the time he was fixin' ya life, he was fuckin' mine up
You was in your room thinkin', writin' in your cell
I was in my thinkin', writin' rap in a cell
You was on Google searchin' Bible scriptures trapped in a
I was behind bars like sim card, trapped in, attached to a cell
Aye, but makin' up guns and watch these cats get buried
Fake burners, I wish the one that hit my brother was imaginary
Aye but fuck it, let's get imaginary
Baow! Now y'all can have an friend
You a hypocrite, [?] get sent to the Lord
I say wanna be cocky, a pussy nigga, a bitch and some more
gangsta, can't fit in, know you won't get the support
He soft, if I spray the religious it prolly 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 there's you can do to dodge death
Fuck it, .38 snub, tell him to try to that
You goin' to Heaven but what usually happens the nose blow? God bless!
They say you never and I never won
Y'all trippin'
Me and him, when it come to there's somethin' different
A battled the best in the world and my own, you see the fuckin' difference?
You battled 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 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' You don't deserve it
Stop duckin' these new niggas and actin' 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 place
spray and have shots hittin' ya girl
After I gun butt ya
Now you dealin' with judgement day that's the end of your world
That's enough, you can't wit' a beast
They call it a pen, it sound you complainin' to me
They say, "He Christian", I couldn't tell he got hit in his brains with the heat
He got his head wrapped, I the nigga change his beliefs
You tryin' to get paid for quotin' a Bible? that is a crook
This ain't a library, why you tryin' to get a out a book?
Man

[Round 3:
Now to prepare for battle, I sat back
And to write
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
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 three rounds
Boy a beat down
You be like Christ on the Cross then act tougher
The point is I can steal (still) assist you with boards like a stuffer
You just started getting views
Then why you tryin' to brother?
You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) it's only right I 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 seen that you was barkin' with ya
And San' lot (Sandlot) of your games my dawgs (dogs) take (off fence) to
Wait, wait,

In round 1, I was too great when I

it's wack, tellin' me that Trez the winner
If the case, why they not messin' with ya?
Cause ya content move the crowds it's extra filler
You just a different character 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 want these digits?
Life is more than racks in a back pack handed in front your
Cause when the sky crack, He might shake hand but He ain't giving out Champion Of The Year
make it clear, you don't reach for the burner, then hit each witness

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 apply
Boy this my era, so you see me Twork
You was on the road to until you seen me skrrrr
Now my we, seem weak, but I bet he beat these jerks
A. Ward to him!

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

A PG?
I wanted you to rap on your own
P-? Ohhhh, you mean a battle at NOME?
Yeeeeah, I've grown to take battles that are and displayin' this nice skill
You a battle cause you're broke, and ain't finished payin' ya light bill
See I might feel, like I can do this
Ice this with an easy if the cadence ruthless
Why'd you team up with this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't 80's
Now watch the tables turn for Chef a Lazy Susan
Listen, you stupid, if you tyin' 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 with ya
and point
When you bad news you grab the chrome and go
When I hear Bad Newz I'm praying on the phone bro
See I ain't tryin' to no stones, and I know that's not tough
But maybe we'd respect you if you weren't 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 still be the faith?
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he wouldn't last a week with the
It's getting deep in place
With these battle rappers, and their standards
Claiming "God didn't answer my prayer.", when in reality you just didn't like His
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 what God is doing, I 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
Cause I'd rather 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 when you stand before God and don't get a chance to rebuttal
why I came here with charisma, punches and a flow that's cold
Boy you my no matter what Trez, but I promise I won't let you lose your soul