Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Trez]
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, they me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you familiar religion, you know Christians did the most 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 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 with the pay-per-view, they 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, I use the legs
But we in Orlando, so if this knee (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 battled DNA, Nitty, Chess, I face real
Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, some mid tiers
So I'm not worried facin' you and your savior
I feel fear
Plus, I already stood in front of JC once...and I'm here!
Aye, without me, you be here tonight, bitch
I brung Shine to that league that 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
Well, I'mma do you foul, lil'
Y'all wanna see me debate a (debatable)?
Well, I'd rather draw on some wilder
[?] bitch, no action in ya type
You was watchin' Of The Christ
I was in fights, to put passion in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let that nigga start actin' gettin'
'Cause these Hollows body shit: 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
as fuck, mid-rappin' we can go to the fade
You ain't the latest sponsor?
Nigga, Smack condone bringin' smoke to the
Nigga, cock the shit, won't even pop the shit
He hit wit' the heat, rock his shit
Pistol-whippin' his teeth, stop the shit 'til the mission complete
Just a ratchet, goin' back and forth Loso: Emily B
Aye, the trap Christianity for real, think harder
You come across people gettin' stoned, and that PCP got fiends walkin' on
We got good [?], hella like 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 to no one?
Well I was locked up so off the bat I Strike but now that I'm home: run
This the league and you can't take this Chef place
I'm not you B.S., but all it take is 3 Of Them Thangs and you won't make it to your next plate
This got a lot of faith, it's just somethin' I can tell 'bout him
if he knew where he was goin' when he died, Smack
He said, "Heaven"
Baow! yeah cause I shot the 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 Thangs bar and about the Holy Trinity
But I got a father, son or a holy spirit so it don't mean shit to me
You ain't
Who said Chef won't kill him?
See he fool y'all convincin' 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
he get the check, this Christian jet, I see the Creflo winnin'

[Round 1:
They said is long overdue, you know it was only a matter of time till you had to face me
Prolly cause this is like
You know battle rappers always come to me having roughs encounter with JC
I said, up, Trez?
They told you I'm not one you wanna see in the ring
No weapon formed against me prosper, while He is the King
I dare you, please intervene, hit me with the D.E. or the
I got the Father, Son and Holy Gh...you right 3 Of Them Thangs
Take a hint fool, "notice" I'm at your door like the 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 dismantle too nice
See my domination is a constellation, I line these stars up and show you what an look like
Oh you still pissed off my brother? 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 from the
I'm talkin' A. Ward, Street Hymns, Saga, you'll never be ranked us
Why am I giving him a
his name's Chef, this exactly where I'm suppose to place my order
They me "Oh no, Loso, we think it's a phase."
I'm enlightening the crowd as go crazy, they think it's a "rave"
I went to Atlanta, over the Bullpen, they thinking I'm "Brave"
Who's 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 book bro
The enhanced me, Gordon Ramsey
They I'd master Chef once they saw me cooking Show
I tell em, Brother Trez Brother Trez, you saw me win every battle and knew you pass me with rappin'
You showed your heart, ain't even gotta ask me what happened
Rosa Parks: he me to take a back seat for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a gruesome way, him step it up
Now everybody 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 with rhymes and the boy
But lately, it's TSA: we skip your and get bored quick
Boy, I'mma sure pick, you wanna know why the kid ain't impress? Prolly cause you never cooked in a literal sense
I'm talking biblical text, loaves, two fish, my God's the original Chef
And you? Yes
battle you let the 'matic pop
And y'all be letting trash fly like static shock
No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't even have half the stock of your Roc
All of New York knew time it was once I got the call
I made from the Apple Watch
Wait wait wait, that's a popular reference for the rebuttal
You know he try to scheme the store
Like, next round he gonna fix it 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 spitting no ether."
But why bring up Holla
(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 less if your 16's deadly, mine are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper right here would say about the Iron Chef
Or how they should've gave me Iron,
But since that ain't it chief, I'm Chef
You get it? The word "chief" you put an "i" in (iron) "Chef"
Boy try your best, I ain't this bum
Outta all my real homies, you was the one
Just like a fake friend, they wanna see you good but never better than them
They it's begun, am I the nicest Christian?
Well question is dumb
Mother Teresa got the top spot, cause I'm second to none (Nun)
You better refund, line how you packed heat in the back street where it's abandoned
But why would I care about your rap when my rap sheets wrap sheets around your talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, that every 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 lose round 1, I just came so you wouldn't lose your soul

[Round 2: Chef
I say the first hurt him but the second round set him down shots hit him
I heard him over and over
I thought he was Christian, now I'm on the spot
He done prayed to God like 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 burners but don't both gon' spray
First the fo' fo' wave then I aim Fabolous album, the fifth Loso's Way
Aye you prayin', sayin' you a Christian, get you outta this one
That's a silly
Nigga talkin' 'bout "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 from battle leagues, fuckin' vultures
And really are here to destroy, the fuckin' 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 is good
You the good book, my niggas gettin' booked 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' hard headed gon' get yo' squad
I keep that revolver as close as you keep a Bible and the
As soon as I let it open you meet God
See how my mind in a state?
They like, "Trez, you gon' 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 blow
It is like TSA I check niggas if I sense there's any smoke
But yo Smack, you ain't even screened 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 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 reach a
As soon as you bow ya head you drop, both of are swingin'
punch killed by the cross, Jesus treatment
Then the Second Coming since 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, reachin' for pumps, gun
Ain't have a choice, cause for no reason will front page ya
So nigga what
How you gon' save my soul (sole) when I barely have one, Chuck Taylors
Loso! We ain't alike in shit, ain't nothin' even
All that fuckin'
You can't tell them me ain't nothin' secret
But I'll and squeeze 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' double arms
Adam and Eve, no these don't need, 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' y'all
I say time again, I like Loso don't know what time it is
I'm an here, the father in this shit
No with this
Oh no one can beat you but a select few? I guess I'm one of the guys fit
Y'all really want God bodied? Well they had to a nigga that fit in that 5%
say it's a white, black and a brown Jesus
Nigga all that let me know is 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 better be 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, that's a big
It's a in you, but you won't unleash him yet and that's what 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 neither one of us gone lose right, we both gon' win
I you battled in Atlanta, I battled in Atlanta
You got a first name, I got a Hispanic 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 fight Myers cause y'all 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, showing we can get a without a coke sponsorship
believe the hype around 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 over and just stand in defeat, it's no point for me to kill him, Understand what I mean, Sure After Wavy 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 the same old same
Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" with the lamest
I don't wanna hear non of "Red Bull" tell 5 our (Hour) Energy ain't the same
Mayne, that was crazy right? You see how I really got all your hatin'
Exactly why I said 5 Hour Energy, that was me a little shot at your gas station
Boy this hatin'
Aye Smack what you after A lght searcher?
Vice Versa, I see why you trusted in a Pastor,
Boy you rappin' noise, always 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 make
You got all these questions for God
BOW! Go have a conversation him
Wait wait
I Twork's over there like, "Man. Loso's the fakest Christian."
No stupid, can't you see we kind of prayin'
I told that man, "Bow, go have a with him."
Do you make decisions?
Or you just gonna 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 laughed at man
When he told Chess, "I'll put in (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 when you wrote that?
That's the of stuff you kick fam'?
that ain't it man
What Jesus do?
I'ma (w)rap about it like a
You kept it mellow (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) like a Knicks' fan
Why let the fifth blam? in a small room, I had to get them Clips Banned
Cause it was 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 sink in after I make it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you know what it is
Let me set the for Chef cause this plate is a course to be told
Stop if we were spoon fed my brother
Why are you still at a fork in the
See your brand is tied to URL 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 recipe for a Summer 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 mean to tell me the Chef was barely selling (meal) tickets?
Boy chill
He hatin' on my to the top
And prolly now he feels dumb
But it's like the 10 plagues in the
at first blood was in denial (the Nile), but I ended it when I had to kill son
I'ma one, with charisma punches and a flow that's cold
I told you you was gonna round 2
Don't worry, you not gon' lose soul

3: Chef Trez]
The fact that you think you cause any damage to me is my fuckin' mind
You really think I lost sleep takin' battle? Are you fuckin' fried?
I already had my battle on Smack
Nigga I was done with the moment I hoped off stage after my brother died
Whatchu gon' say? I never made a N.O.M.E. or Madness?
let's get it clear
I with three deaths in June, I definitely seen summer madness this year
Now let's play To God
Swear To God while I was locked up you wasn't on Facebook 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 almost turn your back on John after every-
You know what? I to God before this so it don't even matter
I said, "You gon' jump between me and smoke?"
He said, "Nah, now one. Cause Verb made 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 thinkin' that that book true?
we had attachments on sub .9's
So shit we even changed how the texts (TECs) too
But sometimes, your God be tryin' to save niggas 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 speakin' I'm supposed to listen? Okay
How He control me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't even keep a bitch in her
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 with
Thinkin' how bro died in that coma or how Gunnar lost his holdin' his child, but your 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 room thinkin', writin' rap in a
You was on searchin' Bible scriptures trapped in a cell
I was behind them bars like sim card, trapped in, attached to a
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 then
Baow! Now can have an imaginary friend
You a hypocrite, [?] bitch get to the Lord
I say be cocky, this a pussy nigga, a bitch and some more
Wannabe gangsta, can't fit in, you won't get the support
He soft, if I spray the religious bitch it prolly smell like Christian
We was supposed to awhile ago
You had thinkin' 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, him to try to dodge that
You goin' to Heaven but what usually happens after the nose God bless!
say you never lost 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 held my own, you see the difference?
You decent niggas and it be close to an Edge
But oh I get it, the brother
Aye you win a trophy 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' Twork? You deserve it
Stop these other new niggas and actin' nervous
Aye Twork, I shook 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 and have shots hittin' ya girl
I gun butt ya face
Now you dealin' with judgement day cause that's the end of world
That's enough, you hand wit' a beast
They it a pen, it sound like you complainin' 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 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 prepare for battle, I sat back
And to write
I knew son was
But I read Luke 8:17 and
happens in the dark, is bound to come to light
Oh you better to fight
They said "Loso can beat Chef Trez if he freestyle"
That's funny I see how
My savior got two through his wrist, one in his feet
I'm when I'm trustin' in them three rounds
Boy this a beat
You be like Christ on the Cross 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 needed JC for your first mil' (meal) it's only right I bring you to Last Supper
Here's the brother
Back then, I was with the substance
And 'til this day!, I was with 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 I blacked

This it's wack, me that Trez the winner
If that's the case, why they not messin' ya?
Cause ya content don't the crowds it's extra filler
You just a different character feeding us the same stuff like a Pez
Oh you the best,
Well you gotta learn the
That's why I be crematin' these broke rappers, just so they can earn (urn) a
You want these worthless
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 reach for the burner, then hit each witness

risky, listen
Y'all thinkin' that guy better, well I'll never
Get checked by a kid if you try mister (trimester)
1,2,1,2, I'll get his severed,
I should've bet them,but why let up?
when blood 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, weak, but I bet he beat these jerks
A. talk to him!

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

A PG?
I just you to rap on your own
A-a-a P-? Ohhhh, you mean a battle at
Yeeeeah, I've to take battles that are dope and displayin' this nice skill
You a battle cause you're broke, and ain't finished payin' ya light bill
See I might feel, I can maybe do this
Ice this with an easy flow if the ruthless
you team up with this punk, Roc(k)? This ain't 80's music
Now watch the tables turn for Chef that's a 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 ya life?
and point
When you bad news you grab the chrome and go
When I hear Bad Newz I'm on the phone with 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 glorifying the life got my homeboy shot up
You a little kid Santrez
You you can go through what we go through and still be keeping the faith?
Trez lyin', Dez Bryant, he last a week with the Saints
It's getting deep in place
these battle rappers, and their righteous standards
Claiming "God didn't answer my prayer.", when in reality you just didn't like His
Boy who the hell are you to question
You should've known your will ruin it
That's why I don't claim to know God is doing, I just know the God who's doing it
See I'm cool if
don't really rock with me or don't understand me for being Christian
Cause I'd rather y'all clown me for being godly, than God me for being wicked
This is different, then that usual punch punch when you a couple
I'm more concerned when you stand before God and don't get a to rebuttal
That's why I came here with charisma, punches and a that's cold
Boy you my mans no matter what Trez, but I promise I let you lose your soul