Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we finally
No need to preach, how he on a winnin' streak
'Cause I done followed J (Jay) his career...like Memphis Bleek
But, see, the difference in the niggas here
He livin' for pen attention, I was off of penitentiary chances
'Cause you gettin' by with fly talk
Knowin' that your kind is why provided a sidewalk
Soft niggas on this Earth
Al shirts, I be at loss every time the Yak Man curse
But you put in
But see is why I doubt the shit tho
Cause how you Lord and a Muslim. Yeah you counterfeit bro
shit get real do one go out the window?
Say F the flag, that's when I bet he baz (Betty Shabazz), word to Malcolm widow
Bro, a hoe
And bein' able to flow ain't justify it
You talk guns, my niggas buy the shit to to fire
I'm talkin' just to
when we pack with cannons, it's 'Pac and Janet
We be if Justice on our side
But you mind, cause you not who you say
So now I'm pissed I gotta look at you different like I'm Bobby Bushay
makes me wanna punch this bitch in his face
Cause you be Frog-gy where you stay
But you ain't in Michigan J
Don't a fuck what he display with his skills
Cause he just claimed he would
I ain't suited up a single day in this
He'll freeze up with me just the steel
Nigga even get bust and bein' a bitch
Oh you JC for
But see I'm trill, old school I'm with usin' these
I can throw you a blow and he losin' all his teeth
Maybe two mo' and you
And that's cause I move wit' the shoulders
So on the you'll find 'JuJu On That Beat'
Boy beast
down to raise the crime rate dawg
Once I get trap them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas like you, just boss
I'm really wit' soldiers, get big
So soon as shit get illy over
Boy a poser
If you a gun blower prove me then
But if you send a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you truly
So bitch you better stab yourself if you of that tooley wreck
it won't be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out Julie at (Juliet)
Or a option, mama Carter catch rounds poppin'
Now you mad she movin' on to the [?] like Cal
All because her boy that thirsty, shit she ain't 'bout
So I can't show Vice Lord have mercy, you should be worried
'Bout the bullets we'll spray in that
About the pain your mama feel to see you lay in that hearse
'Bout the money she gotta spend to get ya day in church
But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to give J the best
Oh it worse
See niggas get murked for tryin' to be
But don't be an example evening
I know you want us to believe you ran them and in beef you be hammer squeezin'
Look, if J (Jay) your peoples, be Sigel, the man have reasons
See you 'Dope Man', the That U Do' with the bars? Sheesh
I mean 'It's they had to 'Come And Get Me' cause he on the street
See how all of asleep
'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do', 'It's Hot', And Get Me', J (Jay) we on Volume 3
See here's the difference, I've been official and my pen a
Prove I've cold with how I stuck out on Chess (chest) like nipples
So I don't trip off the shit that pricks me
Cause every we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big bitch selfie
That gon' help G
I'm too certified for verbal (verbalize)
I on you, not off you, look in a burglar eyes (burglarize)
All of my ride, I just hit up the game
And have Chef handle that like kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a enough dollars
It leaves shit Smokey, through Friday we dumb showers
So for Dead Presidents and a skip bust cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) tryin' to Rush Hours (rush ours)
Cause we in the field
And I rob [?]
So me havin' to take somethin' been a drill (Benadryl) but you trill enough to trap where you live
Bitch stop it, I bet I could make in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
It's
Most of niggas we cross is clowns
And I know it's only rap when he yap that he rounds
But I to off him now
So Lord talk me down, I wanna hit this but Gotti cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I just tied the bag that his in
And they should've him takin' this Ave was a dead head
round 1 man

1: JC]
Ave, Mackk Myron told me to tell you you mad gay for up that body

Fuck Mackk

Okay, now really ready?
I still the first time you held your iron low like you was anemic
From then on, you the coolest
As legendary as Nintendo, you shook the game...and blew it
Then we had to hear about that shit all the
All them
If you felt for Ave, you was walkin'
'Cause here, you gon' need all them
We call this
[?]
Each biscuit they crossed the line
happened?
This was once a place you was most at
And now you near a welcome mat
You know a bluff
Still (steal), the will bust
One shot, him up
Casket? and shut
Six pallbearers, you better hope loyal as fuck
when we pu-
Just pray the niggas holdin' you down holdin' you up
'Cause about to rain
Arms are it'll send you through a hole like I'm Dr. Strange
And your president? He won't even attend service like you John McCain
gettin' sad
They remember Ave, he gettin' dragged
The game is fake, The Snake
But when pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag
And it's bad!
nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the fifth game crazy
One shot, sir'll get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K.
Pay attention, it's nothing you can do that would be enough to up
All you niggas death in the hood
But when Death in the chasin' that's when the Reaper comin'
You up, so vest up
Cause I chose the shotgun but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a
important you know me
But how you 40 an O.G.?
See, this is the reason the Cave crowded just a
I bet you when you used to watch Batman, all the sound was visual
POW! Yeah to be in front of type of power it takes extreme guts
And you some, a lot of it
'Cause the ratchet got a kick Kareem Hunt's
But never that
We in line, Ave, write ya will, fuck who it
ya mouth, the gun is in it
What a coincidence: he bitin' still (steel) - pun
I told niggas I was levels ahead of him
And this is proof, you are as out of as Master P in the NBA
But still, the Miller (mil' will)
Straight liftin'
Whoever you phone for help, do that shit ahead of time
'Cause we come to flatten the whole house, even the signal dies
Bitch, I like to kill and everybody's for a special
Weapon's
The clip long enough for a second
We gon' him back
You ridin'? notice the signs, this the dead end of Ave
And Ave different
I mean you was on top and now you get a win
You 'bout as valuable as a ticket
And me? Well I'm that
Just admit you stop the nigga, and he can't go away
I mean between you and old age, I don't know what's gon' bring back problems quicker
But it's me, it be
Honestly, the the precision that guide these is how we know that he dead
focused instead
'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll make that all that power go to his head
It's body at every battle, make sure ya homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, it's only Round 1

[Round 2:
the part where I show we not the same, bredren
So either you gain
Or Florida's gon' mourn for your death...you James
All that flexin'? And lines drawin' I'm second guessin'
You'se a square that gets clearly shook, who ain't did an
And I bet it
not that I know you, I just can smell it
So if pussy's what you of, honor it, who you wettin'?
We was young niggas them toolies
So ringin' somethin' felt good by 20: that's word to and Shooney
Now who can prove he know a thing a shell? Or the bullet?
A taco, at least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not By The Bell
They catch in the trenches
You lose your life, that's you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a second opinion
Nigga, we breathe
Nigga, he ain't shit
Old commercial-ass nigga, how believe threats from this?
Yeah commercial I it
I'm guessin' he ain't catch the 'til I send texts (TECs)
Now come back these messages
Man, I'll get at this bitch, just to suppress all the
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel like I catchin' no blessings
And drinkin' only ruins it, that's why I cut back
But y'all give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack these niggas bad influences
Why y'all doin' to this nigga?
You know we
Oh y'all tryin' to see him hype, right? Tryin' to he tougher
Like his N.O.M.E. battle, but it don't matter, ya homie's a
Reachin' for that champagne, but it got you Stoney brother
Man this fucker could've peeled and gone
And I'd have still had Roc(k) on this neck like you Wilma Flintstone
Nah, better yet, the Cave
Even the bro Wav' will snap on niggas tryin' to Ave wrong, that's road rage
You let him know, Ace
A war with us got
Especially since we order some more of top Rugers
Oh, you don't 'cause of the plane that you can't get no pop, do you?
If you get shot, blame Orlando, like 'Pac's shooter
I got everywhere, dumbass
fuck wit' Ave
That's everywhere I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash
You? you hit the block for the bread
But niggas told me you been (poor) out the Yak ('gnac) and it's not for the dead
So if you scared, don't even try to leave and street
Cause niggas die before they reachin' they
And you don't want your pops grievin', awake and can't sleep
Knowin' the game took his son, now he feel like Tyrese in Waist
See, I just you to be you, Ju'
And understand you not a
You be loved, get you a boo Ju'
Dance is you'd rather be on?
Then, fella, keep goin'
Or fuck the music, '70s porn
See the route you want, you been on
been through it, holmes
We hood niggas - bitch, I still drink the when the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run through the
My strip
I had breakdown plays that was than Chris Berman
Y'all niggas too on that petty gwap
As far as Pontiac, I'll X this guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Wap
I get on every block
Cause I'm the way he not
So as far as this lil' shit, I'm Ready Roc(k)
See the much iller, and my heart just realer
I done triumph from things you just talk lil' nigga
Let him swing, my weaves mean, Gem Star, split him
Cut clean, new Lion see that Scar much clearer
On the for reala, none of y'all niggas put fear here and get that real clear
Can't hide how you queers feel, we scrappin' too
Just let me know the match is through
I guarantee get the smooth sleep; the mattress new
But as for you? You we got beef? Bring it
Just know I'm fuckin' up with ease, more than Jacquees singin'
So keep thinkin' you can go at a Heathen and that beef gon' get that Yak to like a romantic evenin'
me a reason
We got big shit set him straight
My advice is to get the wifey and ya extra safe
Shit, ya friends skate
Even if you the pigs the police (Pulice) will no show, no you like Brizz at SM8

2: JC]
I know you here to put on a display and that's
But stay in that line cause you rappin'
I got two arms away the whole time
Like Faceoff with Shine
And that pair will shoot parachute, it'll do more embarrass you
your Faceoff with Shine
The last time they saw dawg was his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff with Sh-
Matter of fact, just make this simple and plain
I grab this, they remember his name
be past tense, literally go from Ave to Memory Lane
First, gon' remember the plot then they gon' reminisce over Remington shots
And not gon' phase me
Death? I had brushes wit' it
How you think got so wavy?
I the game
Might've added new but I cook the same
Still mixed with that piece
So if you can't take the heat
It's to look for shade
I you trash cause you simple
I'm mad cause picked you
Rage to come after Ave- definitely put up my average against you
I'm actually you took the battle
I hate niggas that duck and I hate
And you either
Glad you didn't lose sleep preparin' for me, you have to wait neither
The fo' him
I'll even get the baby kissed like the like him
And put a hit out, you'll never know who was it, I be ghostwritin'
No more makin' them
saw you as a profit he had you facin' the best
But plagiarism is what you to rest
They saw that profit was bluffin' and you died with a bunch of followers for you David Koresh
The clip rock him, did him proper
The family say he was "never on track"; Silkk the Shocker
You can tell he trash, it's why I'm compelled to spaz
I brought the test but I grade
Even if he he pass
A Chris dance angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I y'all hate the shit
outdated shit
But y'all know how I knew he would still take the shit?
Cause he steal (still) takin'
But this time, it get real
The shot from the Yak, so if I don't do it than Will will
Did I stutter
Yeah, well way he get steal still
And it's here
These ain't your typical rounds 'bout semi's flair
These bitches than VR
When they in your you can end up anywhere
Nigga, Of The Year?
I see a whole of niggas on it
I only kill cause I like to write usin' my opponents
We not the same
I don't need validation off the belt that he chase
Shit, I even Eric with the same belt that he made
And when you finally made it to the big and started absorbing the glow
It was like Shaq off the dribble, the cross was slow
I should give you next
Or you can quit and act ya age, that's your new bet
This got kids old as Chess was in U.F.F
Not to mention, you got half course sweepstakes, accuracy in your rounds
See this is the reason none of punches last wit' me
My accuracy, John Wilkes from the balcony
you have it
Before I play with Ave, I play in traffic
So play with me
A.V.E. quickly end up on A&E
I had to a choice
Until he done bars these people can't rejoice
And that accuracy just proves I'm sayin'
I load the shell, case and point
You part of one of the largest
But provin' that you belong? You hardly do it
So this time it's gonna a lot of bars to prove it
Just take a lot of bars to prove it
2

[Round 3:
I've been my respect
But this new battle rap lane is other [?]
So if this was wrestlin', I'd be changin' the fuckin' channel
Cause the era where I'm from was 'bout
But now if you don't do shit a bunch of this they swear you won in the buildin'
Look here children, y'all know how we our reps up [?]
You Got Served, battles, that niggas had to up to
They get a Footloose, again niggas that the comp was hard
We still bet, we threw a on the ground and we Stomped The Yard
Wait hold on, hold on, this is not that crowd
You heard titles and started feelin' like Michael right goddamn now
But nah he palm the strap and say it tough like we fallin'
Well I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the laundromat
So calm your raps, we know for a fact you lead spittin'
Everything about you say "Scared Mission", we bread
I should this little bitch head spinnin'
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be shit, you just think that they are, he Craig trippin'
Boy you not blazin' and not so stop fakin'
Cause mad lame, yo' flag plain, that's Roc Nation
Y'all got this nigga thinkin' he rank in the gang is
Well fine, take these from me Lord, I'm payin' tithes
But he
I ain't buyin' that bro be the strap
That's just flow for the
We he don't be in the trap
Cause if this was the nigga to go see in the Yak
Then that's an easy lick for them keys like with the smack
You just rap nigga, nothin' 'bout you say cap
Far as hustlin', we know you ain't touchin' no traps
See I caught a charge for petty soft, thought it was minor but that's I learned that there's Big Trouble In Little China
These niggas here be
Tryin' to find a direction, but get some type of acceptance from niggas that's respected
Why you want a
Are you impressed with the writing?
Do you know the difference between who reflect and who
All your hustle and dumpin' iron, you fuckin' lyin'
You ain't bust nothin', probably ain't to bump and grindin'
I'm advising you to stick the squares
A where you can relax, it's clear the Yak ('gnac) got your vision impaired
I ain't to Lux fix you, I fucks witchu, believe me
I'm just now cause shit'll be different if we was beefin'
Then it gon' be no choppin' up slim, I'm pullin' up
Spittin' at Carter window, take the off the gym, I'm one of them
Nigga who bring the beef to y'all
That's I don't speak I just move, only me and my tool
I him slippin', soon as he in my view he's screamin' "I got a son."
Well look what done, cause BAOW he ain't got you
That's how we
It's doom to these that's hella fraud
Like word to Dr. Huxtable's closet, to (sweater) God
Or the that give him scars
Damage him, hit him hard, vision
The nigga's still Dancing, just With The
But y'all won't give me credit for it cause he ain't tough me
But it, I bet this joint'll count (joint account) like I trust wifey
Or I might just set a price, C-notes and you done
I drop money on roof, I'm Nino on the run
But you cool, you got ya gun
Yeah he say all these things, but I'm on point in
DJ Augustine
See all that means is is near me
So as soon as the situation is Wilder I'm drawin' with
I ain't gon' budge for this bitch, niggas how we vibin'
I got a plug on the sticks, my controllers was
So you can street dummy, but when that K keep drummin' and his Soul lay
Dat' who raisin' JT Money? Ain't nothin' funny
Don't me show how fire shit gets
Always you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this bitch?
They say you talk that 100 round clip shit, I'm around this bitch
I'm old school you, you the style it sticks (Stylistics)
And we don't miss, I told you fix my plate, Smack?
Cause they been sleepin', it's time I brought my right back
Don't give a fuck about these [?] niggas, they wack
I'm a nigga outta Norfolk, Straight Like That!

3: JC]
How can I be so cool with so niggas on ya team and you still feel like the ops?
Well he still get the
Fast death, the outer experience gon' happen before his real body drop
He here to his death
And it's gon' be hard to and nobody exempt
They say he punch like Creed, that's not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry
Clip rip niggas, I'll split two victims
I'll put more at peace, the foreign piece (peace) than Hinduism
I know that they told you, "You got Ave", but don't believe the help
I done whooped so many of y'all this year, I actually need the belt
And they you "The DVD Man"
I took one at that nigga and figured, "probably"
And judgin' from his last few battles, he should have no problem gettin' Bodied, so a copy
Besides, I own you my own personal shot
But this not for the purpose
You see these (CD's) sweepers and bags on Ave, not community service
So is your breakout performance start?
When does the Flu start?
It doesn't, you done turned a brown shirt random in a 2K park
I get the pinpoint on Ave his location drop
Drop the location I send him in a bag
So many cars it has his street
Then I'm him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, them all for Ave
How is even though?
Oddly it's not even
Nothin' about you
Even a nigga takin' bars is somethin' we befo'
is nothin' different, but still suited when I walk through Ave like Jehovah Witness
I the weapon
I lit up the
bitch didn't even get hit and he drop...like Building 7
I'm a child, I'm the reason for the condition on Ave like a Rothschild
But it's goin' bad to worse, 'matics burst
When you see these street sweepers on Ave we addin' dirt
a bitch and it's true
It has a way to get at you
I you pulled out on Mackk, the day of the battle
Then a MAC get pulled out on you, aye you makin' a battle
We increase the static, bulldog bark with a sharp bite, bitch you to have it
I mean you had the booked and literally vanished
This nigga really think he
Now I got news, gettin' gruesome
The clip abuse him or the leave him hangin', Jimmie Newsome
This will not be debatable, nothing you can do to make close
You show Ave to the followers, the next ups, not the niggas pavin'
I don't ask for
You old as the TV's with the antennas on top, but I get the static
Two arms, and they both turn into animals shadow puppets
I am not nice, niggas know by these third rounds I usually life
You are livin' proof, if it's two rounds into you, I only shot twice
And you through
And you some bars
Got respect! But you stole that too
See this fool
Really thought he was be validated by his third body and I came in like Irv Gotti, overruled (over Rule'd)
You really gotta show us you tough
Real niggas knowin' up
No matter how you make it look it's still in question, like Sno on a bluff
We not in the mood for any
you gon' look as dumb as Dr. Omar did in that hotel room
Remember you was on the doin' plenty mouthin'
At least we
And then one showed he wasn't really 'bout (BAOW) it
it's over wit'
Overdose from the pen and y'all know I wrote the shit
Cause just like nigga I stole the show, my condolenses