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 whole career...like Memphis
But, see, the difference in the niggas standin'
He livin' for pen attention, I was livin' off of chances
you been gettin' by with fly talk
Knowin' that your kind is why they a sidewalk
niggas on this goddamn Earth
Al Kapone shirts, I be at loss every time the Yak Man
But you put in
But see this is why I the shit tho
how you Vice Lord and a Muslim. Yeah you counterfeit bro
When get real do one go out the window?
Say F the flag, when I bet he should baz (Betty Shabazz), word to Malcolm widow
Bro, a hoe
And bein' able to flow gon' justify it
You talk guns, my buy the shit to just to fire
I'm talkin' to survive
Cause when we with cannons, it's 'Pac and Janet
We be Lucky if Justice on our
But you mind, cause you not who you say
So now I'm pissed when I gotta look at you different like I'm Bobby
Which makes me wanna punch bitch in his face
Cause you might be where you stay
But today you ain't in J
Don't give a what he display with his skills
he just claimed he would kill
I ain't up a single day in this field
He'll up with me just wavin' the steel
Nigga ain't get bust and bein' a bitch
Oh you JC for
But see I'm trill, old school I'm still usin' these
I can you a single blow and he losin' all his teeth
Maybe two mo' and you
And that's cause I only move wit' the
So on the ground you'll find On That Beat'
Boy I'ma
Still down to raise the crime rate
Once I get wit' them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas like you, play boss
I'm really soldiers, get big bucks
So soon as shit get it's over
Boy a poser
If you a gun than 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 scared of 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 on to the [?] like Cal Watson
All because her boy that thirsty, jottin' shit she 'bout
So I show this Vice Lord have mercy, you should be worried
'Bout the we'll spray in that shirt
About the pain that your mama feel to see you lay in that
'Bout the money she spend to get ya day in that church
But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to give J the verse
Oh it gets
See niggas get for tryin' to be heathens
But don't be an example evening
I know you want us to you ran them streets and in beef you be hammer squeezin'
Look, if J (Jay) your peoples, be Sigel, the man have reasons
See you 'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do' with the bars?
I mean 'It's Hot' had to 'Come And Get Me' cause he on the street
See how all of asleep
'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do', Hot', 'Come And Get Me', J (Jay) we on Volume 3
See here's the difference, I've been and my pen a missile
Prove I've cold with how I stuck out on Chess (chest) women's nipples
So I don't trip off the shit that pricks me
Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the same angle a big bitch selfie
That ain't help G
I'm too certified for lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, look in a eyes (burglarize)
All of my ride, I just hit up the game
And have Chef handle problem like kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a enough dollars
It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through we dumb showers
So for Presidents and a skip we'll bust cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter tryin' to Hours (rush ours)
Cause we really in the
And I rob [?]
So me havin' to take somethin' been a (Benadryl) but you ain't trill enough to trap where you live
Bitch it, I bet I could make green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
nonsense
Most of these niggas we is clowns
And I it's only rap when he yap that he sparkin' rounds
But I to off him now
So Lord talk me down, I wanna hit this bitch but Gotti cool, that's Brown
But for now, I just tied the bag that his in
And they should've him takin' this Ave was a dead head
That's 1 man

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

Fuck Myron

Okay, now really ready?
I still remember the first time you held iron low like you was anemic
then on, you remained the coolest
As as Nintendo, 'cause you shook the game...and blew it
Then we had to about that shit all the time
All them
If you felt for Ave, you was walkin'
here, you gon' need all them stripes
We call this
[?]
Each biscuit mean they crossed the
happened?
This was a place you was most welcomed at
And now you damn near a mat
You know a bluff
Still (steal), the toaster bust
One shot, him up
Casket? Closing and
Six pallbearers, you better hope they as fuck
when we pu-
Just the same niggas holdin' you down holdin' you up
'Cause it's to rain
Arms are wavin' send you through a hole like I'm Dr. Strange
And your president? He even attend your service like you John McCain
It's 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!
Cause nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the fifth game
One shot, get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K. baby
Pay attention, nothing you can do that would be enough to even up
All you niggas chase death in the
But when Death in the hood chasin' that's when the Reaper
You next up, so up
Cause I chose the shotgun but I'm by myself, that's like a Tesla
important you know me
But how you 40 an O.G.?
See, this is the reason the crowded just a little
I bet you when you used to Batman, all the sound effects was visual
POW! Yeah to be in front of this type of power it extreme guts
And you some, a lot of it
'Cause the ratchet got a kick like Kareem
But never that
We in line, Ave, ya will, fuck who gets it
ya mouth, the gun is in it
What a he bitin' still (steel) - pun intended
I been niggas I was levels ahead of him
And is proof, you are as out of place as Master P in the NBA
But still, the Miller (mil' will)
Straight guys
Whoever you phone for help, do that shit ahead of time
'Cause when we come to flatten the house, even the signal dies
Bitch, I like to kill and for a special reason
squeezin'
The clip long enough for a season
We gon' send him
You ridin'? Well notice the signs, this the end of Ave
And Ave different
I you was on top and now you can't get a win
You 'bout as as a Cavs ticket
And me? Well I'm that
admit you can't 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 me, it gotta be
Honestly, the the precision that guide these is how we know that he dead
Stay instead
'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll sure that all that power go to his head
It's body bags at every battle, make sure ya found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause it's Round 1

2: Ave]
This the part where I show we not the same,
So either you blessings
Or Florida's gon' mourn for death...you James Evans
All flexin'? And lines about drawin' I'm second guessin'
You'se a square that gets clearly shook, who did an Etch-A-Sketch
And I bet it
It's not that I know you, I just can it
So if pussy's what you of, honor it, who you wettin'?
We was young niggas squeezin' toolies
So ringin' somethin' felt good by 20: word to Fettuccine and Shooney
Now who can prove he know a 'bout a shell? Or the bullet?
A taco, at least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not By The Bell
catch wreck in the trenches
You lose your life, that's you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a second opinion
Nigga, we recklessness
Nigga, he ain't shit
Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all believe threats this?
Yeah commercial I it
I'm guessin' he ain't catch the drift 'til I send (TECs)
Now come back after these
Man, I'll get at this bitch, to suppress all the stressin'
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel like I catchin' no blessings
And drinkin' heavy only it, that's why I cut back
But y'all gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? these niggas bad influences
Why doin' this to this nigga?
You we gutta
Oh y'all to see him hype, right? Tryin' to promote he tougher
Like his N.O.M.E. battle, but it don't matter, ya a sucker
Reachin' for that champagne, but it got you Stoney brother
Man fucker could've peeled and been gone
And I'd have still had Roc(k) on bitch's 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 us got brutal
Especially we order some more of them top Rugers
Oh, you don't think of the plane that you can't get no pop, do you?
If you get shot, Orlando, sorta like 'Pac's shooter
I got goons everywhere,
They wit' Ave
'cause everywhere I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash
You? Claim you hit the for the bread
But niggas told me you been pour (poor) out the Yak ('gnac) and it's not for the
So if you scared, don't even try to leave and play
Cause niggas die before they they peak
And you don't want pops hurt grievin', awake and can't sleep
the game took his son, now he feel like Tyrese in Waist Deep
See, I just you to be you, Ju'
And you not a murderer
You be loved, get you a boo Ju'
Dance is what you'd be on?
Then, young fella, goin'
Or fuck the music, '70s porn
See the route you want, you been on
Niggas been through it,
We hood - bitch, I still drink the juice when the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run through the
My burnin'
I had breakdown plays that was better than Chris
Y'all niggas too stuck on petty gwap
As far as Pontiac, I'll X guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Fetty Wap
I get respect on every
Cause I'm the way he not
So as far as cookin' lil' shit, I'm Ready Roc(k)
See the much iller, and my heart just realer
I seen triumph from things you just talk lil' nigga
Let him swing, my weaves mean, Gem Star, split him
Cut clean, new Lion King: see Scar much clearer
On the for reala, none of y'all niggas put fear here and get that real clear
hide how you queers feel, we were scrappin' too
Just let me know when the match is
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 everything with ease, more Jacquees singin'
So keep thinkin' you can go at a Heathen and that beef gon' get that Yak to candle-lightin' a romantic evenin'
Give me a
We got big shit that'll set him
My advice is to get the and ya kids extra safe
Shit, ya friends better
Even if you call the the police (Pulice) will no show, no you like Brizz at SM8

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

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

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