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 spillin'
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 killin'
You help me or talk to me, you just 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
Scotty was your Training Day, He Got Game, but look, bitch, it's my fuckin'
Get sent to Heaven on your Savior's bus, and see what Jesus' shuttle's worth (Shuttlesworth)
I'm highly pissed, miss me with all godly shit
For the fans with the pay-per-view, chose to buy this shit
Y'all watchin' me put a 30 on this that Tekashi hit
We in Florida, I yo' ass in yo' state
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 urge to
I let off a with a .38
Universal Studios globe, revolve(r) 'round you
Let's talk, I battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I real tiers
Even Ryda, P, Prep, some fire mid tiers
So I'm not about facin' you and your savior
I feel fear
Plus, I already in front of JC once...and I'm still here!
Aye, without me, you wouldn't be here tonight,
I brung Shine to that league birthed and gave you life, bitch
But when I dipped, you got quick and gave all praise to Christ, shit
Nigga I'ma ya god, I left you the Pen to write
Who's child is this? Oh, John's?
Well, I'mma do you foul, lil'
wanna see me debate a Bull (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather draw on wilder shit
[?] bitch, ain't no action in ya
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 gettin' hype
'Cause 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 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 peep the sponsor?
Nigga, Smack condone bringin' to the stage
Nigga, I'll cock the shit, even pop the shit
He gets hit wit' the heat, rock his
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, won't stop the shit the mission complete
Just a ratchet, goin' back and with Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap like Christianity for real, think
You come across people gettin' stoned, and that PCP got fiends walkin' on
We got good [?], hella white like your religion, see very true
Ain't too difference, hell we even got Mary too
But this situation like baseball, oh 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 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 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 holy spirit so it mean shit to me
You ain't
Who said that Chef kill him?
See he fool convincin' like he's righteous like that's gon' get it
But you fake preach, get you want, then leave, that's why the Chef 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 come to me after having encounter with JC
I said, what up,
shoulda told you I'm not one you wanna see in the ring
No formed against me shall prosper, while He is the King
I dare you, please intervene, hit me 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 your door the rent due
If you bring 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 is a constellation, I line these stars up and show you what an animal look like
Oh you still pissed off my brother? Cause I ain't earn your respect?
I went to your and started 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 ranked us
Why am I him a list?
Well his name's Chef, this exactly where I'm suppose to my order
They me "Oh no, Loso, we think it's a phase."
I'm enlightening the crowd as they go crazy, they 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 a game
But you I stopped all that once I murdered RBE's legend killer
No wonder why book this bro
The enhanced me, Gordon Ramsey
They figured I'd Chef 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 your heart, they ain't even gotta ask me what happened
Rosa he wanted me to take a back seat for blackin'
The fact is, my in a gruesome way, made him step it up
Now everybody thinking that this special
In other words, all that gore made (gourmet) Chef start cooking on a 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 pick, you wanna know why the kid ain't impress? Prolly cause you ain't never cooked in a literal sense
I'm biblical text, five loaves, two fish, my God's the original Chef
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, even have half the stock of your captain Roc
All of New knew what time it was once I got the call
I made everybody from the Apple
Wait wait wait, that's a popular for the rebuttal 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 up Holla pen?
(Jalapenos) ain't got that much kick to it either
This diva was acid reflux, gassed up cause he was frying (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 should've 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 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 than them
They it's begun, am I the nicest Christian?
Well that question is
Mother Teresa got the top spot, only cause I'm to none (Nun)
You better refund, every line how you packed heat in the back street where it's
But why would I care about your rap sheet when my rap sheets wrap sheets around your
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, punches and a that's cold
I knew you was lose round 1, I just came here so you wouldn't lose your soul

[Round 2: Trez]
I say the first hurt him but the second round set him down when hit him
I him prayin' over and over
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 prayer a cap hit his head, I make Salat 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, won't get you this one
That's a silly
Nigga always talkin' "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 that tie into Christian God?
Oh I get it, collecting tithes from leagues, fuckin' vultures
And y'all really are here to destroy, the fuckin'
Ain't no respect, I mean how could I respect
You gotta collect tithes, I can't this collect call
I up for war, you suit up cause 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 Trez no more, God's Chef
If you understand, nod "yes"
See hard headed gon' get yo' squad stretched
I keep that revolver as close as you keep a and the irony
As soon as I let it open you meet God
See how my in a dirty state?
They like, "Trez, you gon' hear Loso 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 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 sayin' I lost all my battles on URL and I 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 see if it reach a demon
As as you bow ya head you drop, both of these are swingin'
First punch by the cross, Jesus treatment
Then the Second 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 a trunk raiser, reachin' 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 Taylors
Loso! We ain't alike in this shit, ain't even
All that preachin'
You tell them '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 covered with the of Jesus
Aye, I'm startin' it, shit, liftin' double arms again
and Eve, no these don't need, that's some retarded shit
David and Goliath, nah for this situation an awkward fit
I'm Peter and Paul for this cause he gets split, he'll never be able to eat wit' y'all again
I say time again, I think like Loso don't know what it is
I'm an here, the father in this 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 really want God Well 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 is y'all never really found Jesus
Nigga, have you X-Box'ed in the ground, nigga fuck faith
We known to black like a Genesis, think a game, keep up, wait
I'll give him 30 seconds, he 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 battled of the same people, but this kid trippin'
They battled me of respect
They battled you for a check, 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 them in Him
When you need to make 'em in you

2: Loso]
Now you know neither one of us lose right, we both gon' win
I mean you battled in Atlanta, I in Atlanta
You got a Hispanic first name, I got a Hispanic name
Santrez 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 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 hype us, even tho most doubted it
They saw 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 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 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 gang?
I don't wanna hear non of that "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the
Mayne, that was crazy right? You see how I really got all mans hatin'
Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy, that was me takin' a little at your gas station
Boy this hatin'
Aye Smack what you after boy? A lght
Versa, I see why you trusted in a Pastor, Troy
Boy you noise, always wanna play the victim of how you got placed in prison
now the father ain't forgive him
Boy you got all these questions and you just wanna decisions
You got all these questions for God
BOW! Go have a conversation him
wait wait
I know Twork's there like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, can't you see we kind of different?
I told that man, "Bow, go a conversation with him."
Do you even make
Or you just gonna follow Roc's with your plans in his hands?
we saw Tay (saute) cook 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 take it out (inches)."
Now I don't play Trez, and I don't Trez, but I'ma say Trez, that was gay Trez
The hell was going through your mind you wrote that?
That's the type of stuff you kick
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 blam? Charlie in a small room, I had to get Clips Banned
it was weighin' on my goals, like Shawn in The 6th Man
Boy!
I will split San' talk like a man lil boy, ain't no if
But this will slowly in after I make it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you know what it is
Let me set the table for Chef this plate is a course to be told
Stop worryin' if we were fed my brother
Why are you still at a in the road?
See your brand is to URL pushin' your craft to these folks
You are in a glorified PG purgatory but be the most
Only in small 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 make this vivid
You were the main at Spit Dat Heat and 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 prolly now he feels dumb
But it's the 10 plagues in the Bible
Cause at first blood was in denial (the Nile), but I ended it when I had to son
I'ma real one, with charisma punches and a flow that's
I told you you was gonna round 2
worry, you not gon' lose your soul

[Round 3: Trez]
The fact that you think you cause any to me is playin' my fuckin' mind
You really think I lost takin' this battle? Are you fuckin' fried?
I had my biggest battle on Smack
Nigga I was done with mine the moment I hoped off stage after my brother
Whatchu gon' say? I made a N.O.M.E. or Summer Madness?
Well get it clear
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 wasn't on makin' posts
And Swear To God when I found out I called you, you on the phone actin' like a hoe
Swear To God you ain't almost 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 me and Loso smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now this one. Verb made the guardian angles duck."
He the gun I had and said, "Loso got this one."
Wait a minute, wasn't the rewrote multiple times?
And thinkin' that that book true?
Well we had on sub .9's
So shit we even changed how the texts (TECs) too
But sometimes, your God be 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 your God was inventin' this place
But He's speakin' I'm supposed to listen? Okay
How He control me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't even keep a bitch in her
My brother 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 or how Gunnar lost his life holdin' his child, but your God is real?
I'm suppose to believe in him and praise 'til my eyes shut?
Nigga, the whole time he was fixin' ya life, he was mine up
You was in your room thinkin', writin' 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, to a cell
Aye, but makin' up guns and watch these cats get buried
Fake burners, bitch I the one that hit my brother was imaginary
Aye but it, let's 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 won't get the
He soft, if I the religious bitch it prolly smell like Christian Dior
We was supposed to awhile ago
You had fans like, "How you got Chef?"
But nothin' will ever stop God's plan, right? So nothin' you can do to dodge death
it, .38 snub, tell him to try to dodge that
You to Heaven but what usually happens after the nose blow? God bless!
say you never lost and I never won
Y'all suckers
Me and him, when it come to there's somethin' different
A battled the best in the world and held my own, you see the fuckin'
You battled decent 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 seen much against against Scott land (Scotland)
Aw man, and what's up witchu chasin' You don't deserve it
Stop these other new niggas and actin' nervous
Aye Twork, think I his pride, but he ain't gon' 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 with judgement day cause that's the end of your world
That's enough, you can't hand a beast
They it a pen, it sound like you complainin' to me
They say, "He Christian", I couldn't tell after he got hit in his with the heat
He got his head wrapped, I made the nigga his beliefs
You tryin' to get paid for quotin' a Bible? Nigga is a crook
This ain't a library, why you tryin' to get a check out a
Man

3: Loso]
Now to prepare for this battle, I sat
And begun to
I knew son was
But I read 8:17 and remembered
happens in the dark, is bound to come to light
Oh you better to fight
They "Loso can only beat Chef Trez if he freestyle"
funny I don't see how
My savior got two holes his wrist, one in his feet
I'm undefeated when I'm trustin' in them three
Boy a beat down
You wanna be like Christ on the then act tougher
The point is I can steal (still) assist you with like a stat stuffer
You just started getting right?
Then why you tryin' to brag
You JC for your first mil' (meal) it's only right I bring you to your Last Supper
Here's the facts
Back then, I was louder the substance
And 'til this day!, I was with the punches
Aye for months in, I seen you was barkin' with ya pencil
And San' lot (Sandlot) of your games my (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 the case, why they not messin' with ya?
ya content don't move the crowds it's extra filler
You just a character feeding us the same stuff like a Pez Dispenser
Oh you the best,
you gotta learn the difference
That's why I be crematin' these broke rappers, so they can earn (urn) a livin'
You want these digits?
Life is more than racks in a back handed in front your peers
when the sky crack, He might shake 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 I'll
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?
when blood don't stop you gotta apply pressure
Boy this my era, so you see me Twork
You was on the road to success until you seen me
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 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 take battles that are dope and displayin' nice skill
You take a battle cause 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)? ain't 80's music
Now watch the tables turn for Chef 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 prove my round wrong why you rebuttal it with ya life?
and point
When you hear bad news you the chrome and go
I hear Bad Newz I'm praying on the phone with bro
See I ain't tryin' to throw no stones, and I that's not tough
But maybe we'd respect you more if you glorifying the life that got my homeboy shot up
You still a kid Santrez
You think you can go through what we go through and still be keeping the
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he last a week 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 like His answer
Boy who the hell are you to question
You should've known your 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 cool if
Y'all don't really rock with me or don't me for being Christian
Cause I'd rather y'all clown me for being godly, than God damn me for wicked
is different, then that usual punch punch when you landing a couple
I'm more when you stand before 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 mans no matter what Trez, but I promise I won't let you lose your