Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we finally
No need to preach, how he been on a streak
I done followed J (Jay) his whole career...like Memphis Bleek
But, see, the difference in the niggas standin'
He livin' for pen attention, I was livin' off of penitentiary
'Cause you been gettin' by with fly
Knowin' that your kind is why provided a sidewalk
Soft niggas on goddamn Earth
Al Kapone shirts, I be at every time the Yak Man curse
But you put in
But see is why I doubt 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 ain't gon' it
You guns, my niggas buy the shit to just to fire
I'm talkin' just to
Cause when we pack with cannons, 'Pac and Janet
We be Lucky if on our side
But you don't mind, 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 Frog-gy where you
But today you in Michigan J
Don't give a fuck what he display his skills
Cause he just claimed he kill
I ain't suited up a single day in this
He'll freeze up with me wavin' the steel
ain't even get bust and bein' a bitch
Oh you JC for
But see I'm trill, old school I'm still with usin'
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 'JuJu On That
Boy beast
Still down to the crime rate dawg
Once I get trap them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas like you, just play
I'm really wit' soldiers, get big
So as shit get illy it's 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 stretched
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 foul option, mama Carter rounds poppin'
Now you mad she movin' on to the [?] Cal Watson
All because her boy that thirsty, jottin' shit she 'bout
So I can't show this Lord have mercy, you should be worried
'Bout the bullets 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, to give J the best verse
Oh it gets
See get murked for tryin' to be heathens
But be an example this evening
I know you want us to believe you ran them and in beef you be hammer squeezin'
Look, if J (Jay) peoples, you'll be Sigel, the man have reasons
See you 'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do' with the bars?
I mean 'It's they had to 'Come And Get Me' cause he on the street
See how all of y'all
'Dope Man', the That U Do', 'It's 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 with how I stuck out on Chess (chest) like women's nipples
So I don't off the shit that pricks tell me
Cause time we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big bitch selfie
ain't gon' help G
I'm too certified for verbal (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, in a burglar eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I just hit up the
And have Chef handle that like kitchen complaint
Cause talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough dollars
It shit Smokey, Monday through Friday we dumb showers
So for Dead Presidents and a skip bust cowards
So it ain't to detect if (Detective) Carter 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 ain't trill to trap where you live
Bitch stop it, I bet I could make in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
nonsense
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 tied the bag that his head 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 fuckin' up body

Fuck Myron

Okay, now y'all really
I still remember the first time you held your iron low like you was
From then on, you remained the
As legendary as Nintendo, 'cause you the game...and blew it
Then we had to about that shit all the time
All them
If you for Ave, you was walkin' blind
'Cause here, you need all them stripes
We call life
[?]
Each biscuit they crossed the line
What
was once a place you was most welcomed at
And now you near a welcome mat
You know a bluff
(steal), the toaster will bust
One shot, him up
Casket? and shut
Six pallbearers, you better hope loyal as fuck
'Cause we pu-
pray the same niggas holdin' you down holdin' you up
'Cause it's about to
Arms are it'll send you through a hole like I'm Dr. Strange
And your president? He won't 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 gettin' bad!
Cause nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the fifth game
One shot, get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K. baby
Pay attention, it's nothing you can do would be enough to even up
All you niggas death in the hood
But when Death in the hood chasin' that's when the Reaper
You up, so vest up
Cause I chose the shotgun but I'm ridin' by myself, like a Tesla
It's important you me
But how you 40 an O.G.?
See, this is the reason the Cave crowded a little
I bet you when you used to watch Batman, all the effects was visual
POW! to be in front of this type of power it takes extreme guts
And you some, a lot of it
'Cause the ratchet got a kick Kareem Hunt's
But mind that
We in line, Ave, write ya will, who gets it
ya mouth, the gun is in it
What a coincidence: he still (steel) - pun intended
I been 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 guys
Whoever you gon' for help, do that shit ahead of time
'Cause when we come to flatten the whole house, the signal dies
Bitch, I to kill and everybody's for a special reason
squeezin'
The clip long enough for a season
We gon' him back
You Well 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 as valuable as a Cavs ticket
And me? Well I'm nigga
Just you can't stop the nigga, and he can't 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 rounds is how we that he dead
Stay instead
'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, make sure that all that power go to his head
It's body bags at every battle, make ya homie found one
But do not jump in that yet, 'cause it's only Round 1

[Round 2:
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 that flexin'? And lines about drawin' I'm second
You'se a square that clearly shook, who ain't did an Etch-A-Sketch
And I bet it
It's not that I know you, I just can it
So if what you made of, honor it, who you wettin'?
We was young niggas squeezin' them
So ringin' somethin' felt by 20: that's word 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 your life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), 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 back after messages
Man, I'll get at this bitch, just to suppress all the
I'm goin' through somethin', and it like 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)? these niggas bad influences
Why y'all this to this nigga?
You know we
Oh y'all tryin' to see him hype, right? to promote he tougher
Like his N.O.M.E. battle, but it matter, ya homie's a sucker
Reachin' for that champagne, but it got you like Stoney
Man this fucker could've peeled and been
And I'd still had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck like you Wilma Flintstone
Nah, yet, the whole Cave
Even the bro Wav' snap on niggas tryin' to cross 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 'cause of the plane that you can't get no pop, do
If you get shot, Orlando, sorta like 'Pac's shooter
I got goons everywhere,
They fuck Ave
That's 'cause I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash
You? you hit the block for the bread
But niggas told me you pour (poor) out the Yak ('gnac) and it's not for the dead
So if you scared, even try to leave and play street
Cause niggas die they reachin' they peak
And you want your pops hurt grievin', awake and can't sleep
Knowin' the game his son, now he feel like Tyrese in Waist Deep
See, I want you to be you, Ju'
And you not a murderer
You be loved, get you a boo Ju'
is what you'd rather be on?
Then, young fella, keep
Or fuck wit' the music, porn
See the route you want, you done on
Niggas been it, holmes
We hood niggas - bitch, I still drink the juice the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run through the
My burnin'
I had plays that was better than Chris Berman
Y'all niggas too on that petty gwap
As far as Pontiac, I'll X this guy (Alexis Skyy): Fetty Wap
I get on every block
Cause I'm the way he not
So as far as cookin' this lil' shit, I'm Roc(k)
See the bars iller, and my heart just realer
I done seen triumph from things you just talk nigga
Let him swing, my mean, Gem Star, just split him
Cut clean, new King: 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 were too
Just let me when the match is through
I niggas 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 than Jacquees
So keep thinkin' you can go at a and that beef gon' get that Yak to candle-lightin' like a romantic evenin'
me a reason
We got big shit set him straight
My advice is to get the wifey and ya kids safe
Shit, ya friends better
Even if you call the pigs the police (Pulice) will no show, no you Brizz at SM8

2: JC]
I know you to put on a display and that's fine
But in that line cause while you rappin'
I got two arms tucked away the time
Like Faceoff with Shine
And that pair will parachute, it'll do more than embarrass you
Like your with Shine
The last time they saw dawg was with his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff Sh-
Matter of fact, let's just make this and plain
I grab this, they won't his name
He'll be past tense, literally go from Ave to Lane
First, they gon' remember the plot they gon' reminisce over Remington shots
And not gon' phase me
Death? I had plenty brushes it
How you shit got so wavy?
I the game
Might've added new but I cook the same
Still mixed with stainless piece
So if you niggas can't the heat
natural to look for shade
I mean you trash cause you
I'm mad they picked you
Rage to come after I'ma definitely put up my average against you
I'm actually glad you took the
I hate niggas that duck and I divas
And you ain't
Glad you didn't lose sleep for me, you won't have to wait neither
The fo' him
I'll even get the baby like the Pope like him
And put a hit out, never know who was behind it, I be ghostwritin'
No more them threats
Smack saw you as a profit he had you the best
But plagiarism is laid you to rest
They saw that profit was bluffin' and you died with a bunch of followers for nothin'; you 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 exactly why I'm compelled to
I brought the test but I grade
Even if he he pass
A Stokes dance angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I know y'all hate the
It's shit
But y'all wanna know how I knew he would take the shit?
Cause he steal (still) shit
But this time, it get real
The come from the Yak, so if I don't do it than Will will
Did I stutter
Yeah, either way he get steal still
And it's here
These ain't your typical 'bout lettin' semi's flair
bitches better than VR
When they in face you can end up anywhere
Nigga, Of The Year?
I see a whole group of on it
I only kill cause I like to 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 belt that he made
And when you finally made it to the big stage and absorbing the glow
It was like Shaq off the dribble, the over was slow
I should 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 reason of them punches last wit' me
My accuracy, John Booth from the balcony
There you it
Before I play with Ave, I would in traffic
So don't play me
A.V.E. quickly end up on A&E
I had to a choice
Until he done takin' bars these people can't
And accuracy just proves what I'm sayin'
I just load the shell, case and
You part of one of the movements
But provin' that you belong? You hardly do it
So this it's gonna take a lot of bars to prove it
Just don't take a lot of bars to it
2

[Round 3:
been earned my respect
But this new rap lane is some other [?]
So if was wrestlin', nigga I'd be changin' the fuckin' channel
Cause the era where I'm was 'bout killin'
But now if you don't do shit with a of this they swear you won in the buildin'
here children, y'all know how we built our reps up [?]
You Got Served, battles, that had to step up to
They get a Footloose, again niggas knew that the comp was
We bet, we threw a buck on the ground and we Stomped The Yard
Wait on, hold on, cause this is not that crowd
You heard them titles and started feelin' like right goddamn now
But nah he the strap and say it tough like we fallin' back
Well bitch I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the
So calm your raps, we know for a fact you ain't spittin'
about you say "Scared Mission", we bread different
I should slap this bitch head spinnin'
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be shit, you just think that they are, he Craig trippin'
Boy you not and not bangin' so stop fakin'
Cause that's mad lame, yo' plain, that's Roc Nation
Y'all got this nigga thinkin' he rank in the gang is
Well fine, take these bucks from me Lord, I'm tithes
But he
I ain't buyin' bro be with the strap
That's just flow for the
We know he don't be in the
Cause if was the main nigga to go see in the Yak
Then that's an easy for them keys like Jodie with the smack
You rap nigga, nothin' 'bout you say cap peeler
Far as hustlin', we know you touchin' no traps skrilla
See I caught a for petty soft, thought it was minor but that's when I learned that there's Big Trouble In Little China
These here be vagina
Tryin' to find a direction, but get type of acceptance from niggas that's hood respected
Why you want a
Are you impressed with the stories
Do you know the difference who reflect and who glorifying?
All your hustle lies and dumpin' iron, you fuckin'
You ain't bust nothin', probably ain't move to bump and
I'm advising you to with the squares
A move where you can relax, it's clear the Yak ('gnac) got your impaired
I ain't tryin' to Lux fix you, I witchu, believe me
I'm talkin' now cause shit'll be different if we was beefin'
Then it ain't gon' be no up slim, I'm pullin' up
Spittin' at window, take the lock off the gym, I'm one of them
who bring the beef to y'all dudes
That's when I speak I just move, only me and my tool
I catch him slippin', soon as he in my view screamin' "I got a son."
look what you've done, cause BAOW 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 hands that give him
him, hit him hard, vision lost
The still Dancing, just With The Stars
But y'all won't give me credit for it he ain't tough like me
But fuck it, I bet joint'll 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 these things, but I'm on in Orlando
DJ Augustine
See all that means is is near me
So as soon as the situation is I'm drawin' with Fury
I ain't gon' for this bitch, niggas know how we vibin'
I got a plug on the sticks, my was dyin'
So you can play street dummy, but when that K keep and his Soul lay
'Who Dat' who raisin' JT Money? Ain't nothin'
Don't make me show how shit gets
Always you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this bitch?
They say you talk 100 round clip shit, cause I'm around this bitch
I'm old school you, you know the it sticks (Stylistics)
And we don't miss, I told you fix my plate, right
Cause they been sleepin', it's time I brought my state back
Don't give a about these [?] niggas, they type wack
Cause I'm a outta Norfolk, Straight Like That!

3: JC]
How can I be so cool with so many niggas on ya team and you feel like the ops?
Well he get the shot
Fast death, the outer body experience gon' happen before his body drop
He here to his death
And it's gon' be hard to forget and exempt
They say he punch Creed, that's not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry attempt
Clip rip niggas, I'll split two victims
I'll put more at peace, with the piece (peace) than Hinduism
I know that they told you, "You got this Ave", but don't 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 at that nigga and figured, "probably"
And judgin' his last few battles, he should have no problem gettin' Bodied, so send a copy
Besides, I own you my own kill shot
But not for the usual purpose
You see these (CD's) sweepers and on Ave, it's not community service
So when is your performance start?
When does the Flu start?
It doesn't, you done into a brown shirt random in a 2K park
I get the on Ave like his location drop
the location then I send him in a bag
So many it has his street roadblocked
I'm sendin' 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' is somethin' we seen befo'
This is nothin' different, but still when I walk through Ave like Jehovah Witness
I peel the
I lit up the
This bitch didn't get hit and he drop...like Building 7
I'm a wild child, I'm the for the condition on Ave like a Rothschild
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 out on Mackk, the day of the battle
Then a MAC get pulled out on you, aye bitch you makin' a
We increase the static, bulldog bark a sharp bite, bitch you need to have it
I mean you had the battle booked and literally
This nigga think he Magic
Now I got news, it's gettin'
The clip abuse him or the leave him hangin', Jimmie Newsome
This will not be debatable, nothing you can do to make this
You Ave to the followers, the next 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 both into animals like shadow puppets
I am not nice, niggas know by these rounds I usually stop life
You are livin' proof, if it's only two into you, I only shot twice
And you coasted
And you some bars
Got some respect! But you that too
See hopeless fool
Really thought he was gon' be by his third body and I came in like Irv Gotti, overruled (over Rule'd)
You don't really gotta show us you
Real niggas what's up
No matter how real you make it look still in question, like Sno on a bluff
We not in the mood for any
Cause you gon' as dumb as Dr. Omar did in that hotel room
you was on the phone doin' plenty mouthin'
At least we
And then one ring he wasn't really 'bout (BAOW) it
Nigga it's over
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all I wrote the shit
Cause just like this nigga I the show, my condolenses