Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we here
No to preach, how he been 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 penitentiary
you been gettin' by with fly talk
Knowin' that your is why they provided a sidewalk
Soft niggas on this goddamn
Al Kapone shirts, I be at loss every the Yak Man curse
But you put in
But see is why I doubt the shit tho
Cause how you Vice Lord and a Muslim. you counterfeit bro
shit get real do one go out the window?
Say F the flag, that's when I bet he should baz (Betty Shabazz), word to widow
Bro, a hoe
And bein' able to flow ain't justify it
You talk guns, my buy the shit to just to fire
I'm just to survive
Cause when we pack with cannons, it's and Janet
We be Lucky if on our side
But you mind, cause you not who you say
So now I'm pissed when I gotta at you different like I'm Bobby Bushay
Which makes me wanna this bitch in his face
Cause you might be where you stay
But today you ain't in J
give a fuck what he display with his skills
Cause he just claimed he would
I suited up a single day in this field
He'll freeze up me just wavin' the steel
Nigga ain't get bust and bein' a bitch
Oh you JC for
But see I'm trill, old I'm still 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 only wit' the shoulders
So on the ground you'll find On That Beat'
Boy I'ma
down to raise the crime rate dawg
Once I get trap wit' arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas you, just play boss
I'm wit' soldiers, get big bucks
So soon as shit get illy it's
Boy a poser
If you a gun than prove me then
But if you send a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you stretched
So bitch you better stab yourself if you scared of that wreck
it won't be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out Julie at (Juliet)
Or a foul option, mama catch rounds poppin'
Now you mad she movin' on to the [?] Cal Watson
All because her boy that thirsty, shit she ain't 'bout
So I can't show this Vice Lord have mercy, you be worried
the bullets we'll spray in that shirt
About the pain that mama feel to see you lay in that hearse
'Bout the she gotta spend to get ya day in that church
But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to give J the best
Oh it gets
See niggas get murked for to be heathens
But don't be an this evening
I you want us to believe 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 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 U Do', 'It's Hot', 'Come And Get Me', J (Jay) we on Volume 3
See here's the difference, been official and my pen a missile
Prove I've cold with how I out on Chess (chest) like women's nipples
So I don't trip off the that pricks tell me
Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big selfie
That ain't help G
I'm too for verbal lies (verbalize)
I on you, not off you, look in a burglar eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I hit up the game
And have Chef handle that problem kitchen complaint
money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough dollars
It leaves Smokey, Monday through Friday we dumb showers
So for Dead Presidents and a we'll bust cowards
So it shit to detect if (Detective) Carter tryin' to Rush 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
It's
Most of these niggas we cross is
And I know it's only rap when he yap that he sparkin'
But I to off him now
So Lord talk me down, I wanna hit this bitch but cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I tied the bag that his head in
And they should've told him takin' Ave was a dead head
That's 1 man

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

Fuck Myron

Okay, now y'all really
I still remember the first time you held iron low like you was anemic
From then on, you remained the
As legendary as Nintendo, 'cause you shook the game...and it
Then we had to hear about that all the time
All lines
If you felt for Ave, you was blind
'Cause here, you need all them stripes
We call life
[?]
biscuit mean they crossed the line
What
This was once a place you was most at
And now you near a welcome mat
You it's a bluff
(steal), the toaster will bust
One shot, him up
Casket? Closing and
Six pallbearers, you better hope they loyal as
'Cause we pu-
Just pray the same niggas holdin' you down you up
'Cause it's to rain
Arms are wavin' it'll send you a hole like I'm Dr. Strange
And your president? He even attend your service like you John McCain
gettin' sad
They won't remember Ave, he dragged
The is fake, Jake The Snake
But Surf pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag
And it's bad!
Cause nothin' 'bout this pen 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 would be enough to even up
All you chase death in the hood
But when Death in the hood that's when the Reaper comin'
You up, so vest up
Cause I chose the but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a Tesla
It's important you 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 watch Batman, all the sound effects was
POW! Yeah to be in front of this type of it takes extreme guts
And you some, a lot of it
'Cause the ratchet got a kick like Hunt's
But mind that
We in line, Ave, write ya will, fuck who it
ya mouth, the gun is in it
What a coincidence: he still (steel) - pun intended
I been told niggas I was 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 guys
Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that ahead of time
'Cause when we come to the whole house, even the signal dies
Bitch, I like to kill and for a special reason
squeezin'
The clip long for a second season
We gon' send him
You ridin'? notice the signs, this the dead end of Ave
And this Ave
I you was on top and now you can't get a win
You 'bout as as a Cavs ticket
And me? I'm that nigga
Just admit you can't stop the nigga, and he go away
I mean between you and your old age, I don't know what's bring back problems quicker
But me, it gotta be
Honestly, the the precision that guide these is how we know that he dead
Stay focused
'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll make sure all that power go to his head
body bags at every battle, make sure ya homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause it's Round 1

2: Ave]
This the part I show we not the same, bredren
So you gain blessings
Or Florida's gon' mourn for your death...you Evans
All that flexin'? And lines about drawin' I'm guessin'
a square that gets clearly shook, who ain't did an Etch-A-Sketch
And I bet it
It's not that I you, I just can smell it
So if pussy's what you of, honor it, who you wettin'?
We was young squeezin' them toolies
So ringin' somethin' felt good by 20: that's to Fettuccine and Shooney
Now who can he know a thing 'bout a shell? Or the bullet?
A taco, at least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not By The Bell
They catch in the trenches
You lose life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a second opinion
Nigga, we breathe
Nigga, he ain't shit
Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all believe threats from
Yeah I said it
I'm guessin' he ain't catch the 'til I send texts (TECs)
Now come after these messages
Man, I'll get at this bitch, just to all the stressin'
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel I ain't catchin' no blessings
And drinkin' heavy only ruins it, that's why I cut
But y'all gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack niggas bad influences
Why y'all doin' this to this
You we gutta
Oh y'all tryin' to see him hype, right? to promote he tougher
his N.O.M.E. battle, but it don't matter, ya homie's a sucker
Reachin' for that champagne, but it got you Stoney brother
Man this fucker could've peeled and gone
And I'd have had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck like you Wilma Flintstone
Nah, yet, the whole Cave
Even the bro Wav' will snap on tryin' to cross Ave wrong, that's road rage
You let him know, Ace
A war us got brutal
Especially since we order some 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,
fuck wit' Ave
That's 'cause everywhere I go I ain't to pick up no cash
Claim 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 die before they reachin' they peak
And you don't want your pops hurt grievin', 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 rather be on?
Then, fella, keep goin'
Or fuck wit' the music, '70s
See the you want, you done been on
been through it, holmes
We hood niggas - bitch, I still the juice when the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run through the
My strip
I had breakdown that was better than Chris Berman
Y'all niggas too stuck on that gwap
As far as Pontiac, I'll X this guy (Alexis Skyy): that's 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 bars much iller, and my just realer
I done seen triumph from you just talk lil' nigga
Let him swing, my mean, Gem Star, just split him
Cut clean, new Lion King: see Scar much clearer
On the for reala, of y'all niggas put fear here and let's 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 claim we got beef? it
know I'm fuckin' up everything with ease, more than Jacquees singin'
So thinkin' you can go at a Heathen and that beef gon' get that Yak to candle-lightin' like a romantic evenin'
me a reason
We got big shit that'll set him
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 while you rappin'
I got two arms away the whole time
Like your Faceoff Shine
And that pair will parachute, it'll do more than embarrass you
your Faceoff with Shine
The time they saw dawg was with his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff with Sh-
Matter of fact, let's make this simple and plain
I this, they won't remember his name
He'll be past tense, go from Ave to Memory Lane
First, they gon' the plot then they gon' reminisce over Remington shots
And it's not phase me
I had plenty brushes wit' it
How you shit got so wavy?
I the game
Might've added new but I cook the same
Still mixed with that stainless
So if you niggas take the heat
It's natural to for shade
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 actually glad you the battle
I hate niggas that duck and I divas
And you either
Glad you didn't lose sleep preparin' for me, you won't have to wait
The fo' him
even 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
saw you as a profit he had you facin' the best
But is what laid you to rest
They saw that profit was bluffin' and you died with a bunch of for nothin'; you David Koresh
The clip will him, did him proper
The say he was "never quite on track"; Silkk the Shocker
You can he trash, it's exactly why I'm compelled to spaz
I the test but I grade simple
Even if he fail he
A Stokes dance angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I know hate the shit
outdated shit
But y'all know how I knew he would still take the shit?
he steal (still) takin' shit
But this time, it get real
The shot come the Yak, so if I don't do it than Will will
Did I nigga?
Yeah, well either way he get steal
And it's plenty
These ain't your rounds 'bout lettin' semi's flair
These better than VR
When in your face you can end up anywhere
Nigga, Of The Year?
I see a whole of niggas on it
I only cause I like to write history usin' my opponents
We not the same
I need validation off the same belt that he chase
Shit, I even whipped Eric with the same that he made
And when you finally made it to the big stage and started the glow
It was like Shaq off the dribble, the over was slow
I give you lead next
Or you can and act ya age, that's your new best bet
This nigga got old as Chess was in U.F.F
Not to mention, you got half course sweepstakes, halftime accuracy in rounds
See this is the none of them punches last wit' me
My accuracy, John Wilkes from the balcony
There you it
Before I play with Ave, I would 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' these people can't rejoice
And that accuracy just proves what I'm
I just load the shell, and point
You part of one of the movements
But provin' that you actually You hardly do it
So time it's gonna take 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 some [?]
So if was wrestlin', nigga I'd be changin' the fuckin' channel
the era where I'm from was 'bout killin'
But now if you don't do shit with a bunch of they swear you won in the buildin'
Look children, y'all know how we built our reps up [?]
You Got Served, battles, niggas had to step up to
They get a Footloose, again knew that the comp was hard
We still bet, we a buck 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 back
Well I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the laundromat
So calm your raps, we know for a fact you ain't lead
Everything about you say "Scared Mission", we different
I should slap little bitch head spinnin'
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you just think that they are, he Craig
Boy you not and not bangin' so stop fakin'
Cause that's mad lame, yo' flag plain, Roc Nation
Y'all got this nigga he rank in the gang is live?
Well fine, take bucks from me Lord, I'm payin' tithes
But he
I buyin' that bro be with the strap
That's flow for the culture
We he don't be in the trap
if this was the main nigga to go see in the Yak
Then that's an easy lick for them like Jodie with the smack
You just rap nigga, nothin' 'bout you say cap
Far as hustlin', we know you ain't no traps skrilla
See I caught a charge for petty soft, thought it was minor but that's when I learned that Big Trouble In Little China
These here be vagina
Tryin' to find a direction, but get some type of acceptance from niggas that's respected
Why you want a
Are you with the stories writing?
Do you know the difference between who reflect and who
All your hustle and dumpin' iron, you fuckin' lyin'
You bust nothin', probably ain't move to bump and grindin'
I'm advising you to with the squares
A move where you can relax, clear the Yak ('gnac) got your vision impaired
I ain't tryin' to Lux fix you, I witchu, believe me
I'm just now cause shit'll be different if we was beefin'
Then it ain't be no choppin' up slim, I'm pullin' up
Spittin' at Carter window, take the lock off the gym, I'm one of
Nigga who bring the beef to y'all
That's when I don't speak I just move, 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
how we move
It's doom to these niggas that's hella
Like word to Dr. Huxtable's closet, to (sweater) God
Or the hands that him scars
Damage him, hit him hard, vision
The nigga's still Dancing, just With The
But won't give me credit for it cause he ain't tough like me
But fuck it, I bet this count (joint account) like I trust wifey
Or I just set a price, some 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 things, but I'm on point in Orlando
That's DJ
See all that means is is near me
So as soon as the situation is Wilder I'm drawin' Fury
I ain't gon' budge for bitch, niggas know how we vibin'
I got a plug on the sticks, my was dyin'
So you can play street dummy, but that K keep drummin' and his Soul lay
'Who Dat' who JT Money? Ain't nothin' funny
Don't make me show how fire shit
Always talkin' you dumpin' pounds, man who allows bitch?
They say you talk that 100 round clip shit, cause I'm this bitch
I'm old school you, you know the it sticks (Stylistics)
And we miss, I told you fix my plate, right Smack?
they been sleepin', it's time I brought my state right back
Don't give a fuck about [?] niggas, they type wack
Cause I'm a outta Norfolk, Straight Like That!

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