Luyện nghe bài hát Chef Trez vs. Loso

[Round 1: Trez]
I say, you sense that, Loso? The beside ya
It's a feelin'
And that lil' chill you just got is the sins in soul spillin'
See I don't care about imaginary gun bars, give me a dope feelin'
Plus, if you with 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 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 sent to Heaven on your Savior's bus, and see what Jesus' shuttle's 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 me put a 30 on cam': this 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 this knee (Disneyland), we in the perfect place
Nah, I got the urge to
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 real
Even Ryda, Mike P, Prep, some fire mid
So I'm not worried about facin' you and your
I don't fear
Plus, I already stood in of JC once...and I'm still here!
Aye, without me, you wouldn't be tonight, bitch
I brung Shine to that league that birthed and 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
Well, I'mma do you foul, bitch
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, havin' to put in a right
You was suckin' John dick and let that start actin' gettin' hype
'Cause these Hollows body shit: be no classic here tonight!
Aye look up, better hope that man your faith
They wanna know if I'm gonna the Al Capone curse
I was before the shirt went over my shoulders today
Evil as fuck, we can go to the fade
You ain't the latest sponsor?
Nigga, condone bringin' smoke to the stage
Nigga, I'll cock the shit, even pop the shit
He gets hit the heat, rock his shit
his teeth, won't stop the shit 'til the mission complete
Just a ratchet, goin' back and forth with Emily B
Aye, the trap like for real, think harder
You come across people 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 like baseball, oh that 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 league and you can't take this 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 nigga got a lot of faith, it's somethin' I can tell 'bout him
Askin' if he knew where he was goin' 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 Four to the Headless Horsemen
Now stick wit' me, he might use a 3 Of Them Thangs bar and talk 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 that Chef won't kill
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 this is long overdue, you know it was only a of time till you had to face me
cause this is like protocol
You know battle rappers always to me after having 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, He is the King
I you, please 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
Take a hint fool, "notice" I'm at your door like the due
If you wanna bring War to (water) me it bottled up, that's a Flint rule
You should've knew, every popular name I dismantle them too nice
See my domination is a constellation, I these stars up and show you what an animal look like
Oh you still pissed off my brother? Why? Cause I earn your respect?
I to your house 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 giving him a
Well his name's Chef, this exactly I'm suppose to place my order
They tell me "Oh no, Loso, we it's a phase."
I'm enlightening the as they go crazy, they think it's a "rave"
I to Atlanta, took 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 once I RBE's legend killer
No why they book this bro
The Lord enhanced me, Ramsey
They figured I'd master Chef they saw me cooking Show
I tell em, Brother Trez Brother Trez, you saw me win every and knew you never pass me with rappin'
You showed your heart, they ain't even gotta ask me what
Rosa Parks: he wanted me to take a seat for blackin'
The fact is, my killin' in a way, made him step it up
Now everybody thinking that this guy's
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 cause you ain't cooked in a literal sense
I'm talking biblical text, loaves, two fish, my God's the original Chef
And you? Yes
Every battle you let the pop
And y'all be letting that trash fly like shock
No wonder you took a drastic drop, don't have half the stock of your captain Roc
All of New York knew time it was once I got the call
I made everybody from the Watch
Wait wait, that's a popular reference for the rebuttal king
You know he gonna try to the store
Like, next round he gonna fix it a line about a MAC- no wonder you never had a "Genius Bar"
You hear boy? "Loso all performance like Hitman, he ain't really 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 Chess (chest)
But I can care less if your deadly, mine are (minor) threats
See the typical rapper right here would say something about the Iron
Or how should've gave me Iron, Chef
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 respecting this bum
Outta all my real homies, you was 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 question is dumb
Mother Teresa got the top spot, only I'm second to none (Nun)
You better refund, every line how you packed heat in the back where it's abandoned
But why would I care about your rap sheet my rap sheets wrap sheets around your talent?
I am valid, you knew my state of mind, that every time I to Georgia I didn't leave until your state was mine
why I got charisma, punches 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: 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 prayed to God like four times, I'd shoot again but the shot missin'
By the fifth 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 like 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, 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, collecting tithes from leagues, fuckin' vultures
And y'all really are to destroy, the fuckin' culture
Ain't no respect, I mean how could I respect
You gotta collect tithes, I can't miss this collect
I suit up for war, you suit up cause you think the look is
You read the good book, my gettin' booked for good
Nigga you can't dodge death, it ain't Chef no more, it's God's Chef
If you understand, nod "yes"
See hard headed gon' get yo' squad stretched
I keep revolver as close as you keep a Bible and the irony
As as I let it open you meet God next
See how my mind in a dirty
They like, "Trez, you gon' hear 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 there's any
But yo Smack, you ain't even this nigga
You just tryin' to him a spot
I had to go to war and earn mine, that's the difference in
You sayin' I lost all my 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 the shot
Whatchu gon' do? Pray for me? Well let's see if it a demon
As soon as you bow ya head you drop, both of these are
First punch killed by the cross, Jesus
Then the Coming since that's somethin' that he believe in
When I was growin' up it was all love, I was "Fuck Satan."
it turned into bein' a trunk raiser, reachin' for pumps, gun blazers
Ain't have a choice, cause for no reason niggas front page ya
So nigga what
How you gon' save my (sole) when I barely have one, like Chuck Taylors
Loso! We ain't alike in this shit, ain't nothin'
All fuckin' preachin'
You tell them 'bout me ain't nothin' secret
But I'll clutch and squeeze it, up and personal with a slug he bleedin'
It spread everywhere, I guess I'm now, cause I'm covered 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
and Goliath, nah for this situation that's an awkward fit
I'm Peter and Paul for this cause once he gets split, he'll be able to eat wit' y'all again
I say time again, I think 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 I guess I'm one of the guys that fit
Y'all want God bodied? Well they had to book a nigga that fit in that 5%
say it's a white, black and a brown Jesus
Nigga all let me know is y'all never really found Jesus
Nigga, I'll have you X-Box'ed in the ground, nigga fuck
We known to black like a Genesis, think a game, keep 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 download for you to get the update
I say my nigga we battled some of the people, but this kid trippin'
They battled me of respect
They battled you for a check, a big difference
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 them believe in Him
When you need to 'em believe in you

[Round 2:
Now you know neither one of us gone right, we both gon' win
I mean you battled in Atlanta, I battled in
You got a Hispanic first name, I got a Hispanic first
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 fight cause 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 name without a coke
Couldn't believe the hype around us, even tho doubted it
They saw Johnny Unite us, and thought we had a cult
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, 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
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 same
Who got this "Rockstar" "Amped" thinking he a "Monster" with the gang?
I don't hear 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 hatin'
why I said 5 Hour 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 noise, always wanna play the victim of how you got placed in prison
Well now the father ain't him
Boy you got all these and you just wanna make decisions
You got all these questions for God
BOW! Go have a conversation him
Wait wait
I know Twork's over there like, "Man. the fakest Christian."
No stupid, can't you see we kind of prayin'
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?
Funny we saw Tay (saute) cook and knew 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 hate Trez, but I'ma say Trez, was gay Trez
The hell was through your mind when you wrote that?
That's the of stuff you kick fam'?
Well that it man
would Jesus do?
I'ma (w)rap it like a wristband
You should've kept it mellow (Melo), but chose a harder way (Hardaway) like a fan
Why let the fifth blam? Charlie in a small room, I had to get them Clips
Cause it was weighin' on my goals, like in The 6th Man
Boy!
I will split San' like a man lil boy, ain't no if ands
But will slowly sink in after I make it quick San' (quicksand)
Boy you know what it is
Let me set the table for Chef cause this plate is a to be told
Stop worryin' if we were spoon fed my
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 bragging the
in small leagues are you actually known
But how you got a name "Chef" and find the right recipe for a Summer Madness or N.O.M.E.?
I know!

Lemme make 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 (meal) tickets?
Boy listen
He hatin' on my to the top
And prolly now he feels dumb
But it's like the 10 in the Bible
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 lose 2
Don't worry, you not lose your soul

[Round 3: Chef
The fact that you think you 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 off stage after my brother died
Whatchu gon' say? I never a N.O.M.E. or Summer Madness?
let's get it clear
I dealt with three deaths in June, I definitely summer madness this year
Now let's Swear To God
To God while I was locked up you wasn't on Facebook makin' posts
And Swear To God when I out I called you, you wasn't on the phone actin' like a hoe
Nigga Swear To God you ain't almost turn your back on after every-
You know what? I talked to God before this so it even matter
I said, "You jump 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 thinkin' that that book true?
we had attachments on sub .9's
So shit we even how the texts (TECs) looked too
But sometimes, your God be tryin' to save from me
Like, "Nah, I pull it today."
Cause He said, "Thou shall not sin (send)" and I did, 'bout six his way
one for each day it took while your God was inventin' this place
But He's speakin' I'm supposed to listen? Okay
How He gon' me?
Adam and Eve, he couldn't keep a bitch in her place
My brother drown, a day later my homie got shot and killed
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 that coma or how 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 he was fixin' ya life, he was fuckin' mine up
You was in your room thinkin', writin' raps in your
I was in my thinkin', writin' rap in a cell
You was on Google searchin' Bible trapped in a cell
I was behind them bars like sim card, in, attached to a cell
Aye, but keep makin' up guns and watch these get buried
Fake burners, bitch I wish the one hit my brother was imaginary
Aye but fuck it, let's get imaginary
Baow! Now can have an imaginary friend
You a hypocrite, [?] bitch get to the Lord
I say wanna be cocky, this a pussy nigga, a bitch and more
Wannabe gangsta, can't fit in, know you get the support
He soft, if I spray the religious bitch it prolly smell Christian Dior
We was supposed to battle ago
You had thinkin' like, "How you got Chef?"
But nothin' will ever stop God's plan, right? So nothin' 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 lost and I won
Y'all trippin'
Me and him, when it to competition there's somethin' different
A battled the in the world and held my own, you see the fuckin' difference?
You battled decent niggas and it be close to an
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 chasin' Twork? You don't 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 with 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 tell after he got hit in his with the heat
He got his wrapped, I made the nigga change his beliefs
You tryin' to get paid for quotin' a Bible? Nigga that is a
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 begun to
I knew son was
But I Luke 8:17 and remembered
Whatever in the dark, is bound to come to light
Oh you come to fight
They said "Loso can beat Chef Trez if he freestyle"
That's I don't see how
My got two holes through his wrist, one in his feet
I'm undefeated when I'm trustin' in them rounds
Boy this a beat
You wanna be like on the Cross then act tougher
The point is I can steal (still) assist you with boards a stat stuffer
You just started views right?
Then why you tryin' to brag
You needed JC for your first mil' (meal) it's only right I bring you to your Last
Here's the brother
Back then, I was louder the substance
And 'til this day!, I was wilder with the
Aye for in, I seen that you was barkin' with ya pencil
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

This it's wack, tellin' me that Trez the
If that's the case, why they not with ya?
Cause ya don't move 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 the difference
That's why I be crematin' broke rappers, just so they can earn (urn) a livin'
You want worthless digits?
Life is than racks in a back pack 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 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 blood don't you gotta apply pressure
Boy this my era, so you gotta see me
You was on the to success until 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 wanted you to rap on your own
A-a-a P-? Ohhhh, you mean a at NOME?
Yeeeeah, I've grown to take battles that are dope and displayin' this 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 flow if the ruthless
Why'd you team up with this punk, Roc(k)? ain't 80's music
Now the tables turn 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 wanna prove my round wrong why don't you rebuttal it ya life?
Case and
When you hear bad news you the chrome and go
When I Bad Newz I'm praying 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 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 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 didn't like His answer
Boy who the are you to question God?
You should've your mind will ruin it
That's why I don't claim to know what God is doing, I just the God who's doing it
See I'm with if
Y'all don't really rock with me or don't me for being Christian
Cause I'd rather clown me for being godly, than God damn me for being wicked
is different, then that usual punch punch when you landing a couple
I'm concerned when you stand before God and don't get a chance 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 won't let you lose soul