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 followed J (Jay) his whole career...like Memphis Bleek
But, see, the difference in the here standin'
He for pen attention, I was livin' off of penitentiary chances
'Cause you been gettin' by with fly
Knowin' that kind is why they provided a sidewalk
Soft niggas on this Earth
Al Kapone shirts, I be at loss every time the Yak Man
But you put in
But see is why I doubt the shit tho
Cause how you Vice Lord and a Muslim. Yeah you bro
When shit get real do one go out the
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 buy the shit to just to fire
I'm talkin' to survive
Cause when we pack 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 when I gotta look at you different like I'm Bobby Bushay
Which makes me wanna punch this in his face
Cause you might be Frog-gy you stay
But today you in Michigan J
Don't give a fuck what he display with his
he just claimed he would kill
I ain't suited up a single day in 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 school I'm with usin' these
I can you a single blow and he losin' all his teeth
two mo' and you sleep
And that's cause I move wit' the shoulders
So on the ground find 'JuJu On That Beat'
Boy beast
Still down to raise the crime dawg
Once I get trap them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas you, just play boss
I'm really wit' soldiers, get big
So soon as 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 truly
So bitch you stab yourself if you scared of that tooley wreck
Cause it won't be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out 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' she ain't 'bout
So I can't this Vice Lord have mercy, you should be worried
'Bout the bullets spray in that shirt
About the pain that your feel to see you lay in that hearse
'Bout the money she gotta to get ya day in that church
But the preacher's fee is free, just to give J the best verse
Oh it gets
See niggas get murked for to be heathens
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, you'll be Sigel, the man reasons
See you 'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do' with the Sheesh
I 'It's Hot' they had to 'Come And Get Me' cause he on the street
See how all of asleep
Man', the 'Things That 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 stuck out on (chest) like women's nipples
So I don't trip off the shit pricks tell me
Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the angle like a big bitch selfie
That ain't gon' G
I'm too certified for lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, look in a eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I just hit up the
And have Chef that problem like kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough
It leaves shit Smokey, through Friday we dumb showers
So for Dead Presidents and a skip we'll cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter tryin' to Rush (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
stop it, I bet I could make green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
It's
of these 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 bitch but Gotti cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I just the bag that his head in
And should've told him takin' this Ave was a dead head
That's 1 man

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

Fuck Myron

Okay, now y'all really
I remember the first time you held your iron low like you was anemic
From 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'
'Cause here, you gon' all them stripes
We call life
[?]
biscuit mean they crossed the line
What
This was a place you was most welcomed at
And now you damn near a mat
You know it's a
(steal), the toaster will bust
One shot, him up
Casket? Closing and
Six pallbearers, you better hope loyal as fuck
when we pu-
Just pray the same niggas you down holdin' you up
'Cause it's to rain
Arms are wavin' it'll send you through a hole like I'm Dr.
And president? He won't even attend your service like you John McCain
It's sad
won't remember Ave, he gettin' dragged
The game is fake, Jake The
But Surf 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, 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 niggas chase death in the
But when in the hood chasin' that's when the Reaper comin'
You next up, so up
I chose the shotgun but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a Tesla
It's 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 to watch Batman, all the sound effects was visual
POW! Yeah to be in front of this type of power it takes extreme
And you some, a lot of it
'Cause the ratchet got a kick like 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 is proof, you are as out of place as Master P in the NBA
But still, the (mil' will) shoot
Straight liftin'
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 like to kill and for a special reason
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 you was on top and now you can't get a win
You 'bout as as a Cavs ticket
And me? Well I'm nigga
Just admit you can't stop the nigga, and he go away
I mean between you and your old age, I don't what's gon' bring back problems quicker
But it's me, it be
Honestly, the the that guide these rounds is how we know that he dead
Stay instead
'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll make sure that all that power go to his
It's body bags at every battle, make sure ya found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause it's only 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 gets clearly shook, who ain't did an Etch-A-Sketch
And I bet it
not that I know you, I just can smell it
So if pussy's what you made of, honor it, who you
We was young niggas them toolies
So ringin' felt good by 20: that's word to Fettuccine and Shooney
Now who can prove he know a 'bout a shell? Or the bullet?
A taco, at a (Lisa) Turtle, but not Saved By The Bell
catch wreck in the trenches
You lose your life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a opinion
Nigga, we recklessness
Nigga, he ain't shit
Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all believe from this?
Yeah commercial I it
I'm guessin' he ain't catch the drift 'til I send (TECs)
Now back after these messages
Man, I'll get at this bitch, to suppress all the stressin'
I'm through somethin', and it feel like I ain't catchin' no blessings
And drinkin' heavy ruins it, that's why I cut back
But y'all gon' me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack these niggas bad influences
Why y'all doin' this to nigga?
You know we
Oh tryin' to see him hype, right? Tryin' to promote 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 like brother
Man this fucker could've peeled and been
And I'd have had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck like you Wilma Flintstone
Nah, better yet, the Cave
Even the bro will snap on niggas tryin' to cross Ave wrong, that's road rage
You let him know, Ace
A war us got brutal
Especially since we order more of them top Rugers
Oh, you think 'cause of the plane that you can't get no pop, do you?
If you get shot, blame Orlando, sorta like 'Pac's
I got everywhere, dumbass
fuck wit' Ave
That's 'cause everywhere I go I ain't scared to up no cash
You? you hit the block 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 die before they reachin' they peak
And you don't want pops hurt grievin', awake and can't sleep
Knowin' the game took his son, now he feel like in Waist Deep
See, I want you to be you, Ju'
And you not a murderer
You be loved, get you a boo Ju'
Dance is you'd rather be on?
Then, young fella, goin'
Or fuck wit' the music, '70s
See the you want, you done been on
been through it, holmes
We niggas - bitch, I still drink the juice when the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run through the
My strip
I had breakdown plays that was better than Berman
Y'all too stuck on that petty gwap
As far as Pontiac, I'll X guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Fetty Wap
I get respect on block
I'm nervous the way he not
So as far as cookin' lil' shit, I'm Ready Roc(k)
See the bars much iller, and my heart just
I done seen triumph things you just talk lil' nigga
Let him swing, my mean, Gem Star, just split him
Cut clean, new Lion King: see that Scar clearer
On the for reala, none of y'all niggas put here and let's get that real clear
Can't hide how you queers feel, we scrappin' too
let me know when the match is through
I niggas get the smooth sleep; the mattress new
But as for You claim 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 candle-lightin' like a romantic
Give me a
We got big shit that'll set him
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 tucked away the whole time
Like your Faceoff Shine
And that will shoot parachute, it'll do more than embarrass you
Like your Faceoff with
The last time they saw was with his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff with Sh-
of fact, let's just make this simple and plain
I grab this, they won't his name
He'll be past tense, go from Ave to Memory Lane
First, they gon' remember the plot then they gon' reminisce Remington shots
And not gon' phase me
Death? I had plenty brushes it
How you think got so wavy?
I the game
added new seasonin' but I cook the same
Still mixed with stainless piece
So if you niggas can't the heat
It's to look for shade
I mean you trash cause you
I'm mad cause picked you
Rage to come after Ave- I'ma put up my average against you
I'm actually glad you the battle
I niggas that duck and I hate divas
And you either
Glad you didn't lose sleep for me, you won't have to wait neither
The fo' him
I'll even get the kissed like the Pope like him
And put a hit out, you'll know who was behind it, I be ghostwritin'
No more them threats
Smack saw you as a profit he had you facin' the
But plagiarism is what 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 say he was "never quite on track"; Silkk the Shocker
You can he trash, it's exactly why I'm compelled to spaz
I brought the but I grade simple
Even if he fail he
A Chris dance angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all years I know y'all hate the shit
It's outdated
But y'all wanna know how I he would still take the shit?
Cause he steal (still) takin'
But this time, it get real
The shot come from the Yak, so if I don't do it Will will
Did I stutter
Yeah, well either way he get still
And it's plenty
These ain't your typical 'bout lettin' semi's flair
These 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 write usin' my opponents
We not accepted the
I don't need validation off the belt that he chase
Shit, I whipped Eric with the same belt that he made
And when you finally made it to the big stage and started absorbing the
It was Shaq off the dribble, the cross over was slow
I should you lead next
Or you can quit and act ya age, your new best bet
nigga got kids old as Chess was in U.F.F
Not to mention, you got half course sweepstakes, halftime in your rounds
See this is the reason of them punches last wit' me
My accuracy, John Wilkes Booth 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
he done takin' bars these people 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 belong? You hardly do it
So this time it's take a lot of bars to prove it
Just don't a lot of bars to prove it
2

[Round 3:
I've been my respect
But this new battle rap is some other [?]
So if this was wrestlin', nigga I'd be the fuckin' channel
Cause the era where I'm from was killin'
But now if you don't do shit with a 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 had to step up to
They get a Footloose, again knew that the comp was hard
We still bet, we threw a buck on the and we Stomped The Yard
Wait hold on, hold on, cause this is not that
You heard them titles and started feelin' like Michael right now
But nah he palm the strap and say it tough we fallin' back
Well I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the laundromat
So calm your raps, we for a fact you ain't lead spittin'
about you say "Scared Mission", we bread different
I should slap this little 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 stop
Cause that's mad lame, yo' flag plain, Roc Nation
got this nigga thinkin' he rank in the gang is live?
Well fine, take these bucks from me Lord, I'm payin'
But he
I buyin' that bro be with the strap
That's flow for the culture
We know he be in the trap
Cause if this was the main to go see in the Yak
that's an easy lick for them keys like Jodie with the smack
You just rap nigga, 'bout you say cap peeler
Far as hustlin', we know you ain't touchin' no skrilla
See I caught a charge for petty soft, thought it was minor but when I learned that there's Big Trouble In Little China
These here be vagina
Tryin' to a direction, but get some type of acceptance from niggas that's hood respected
Why you want a
Are you impressed the stories writing?
Do you know the difference between who reflect and who
All your hustle lies and dumpin' iron, you lyin'
You ain't nothin', probably ain't move to bump and grindin'
I'm advising you to with the squares
A move where you can relax, it's clear the Yak ('gnac) got vision impaired
I tryin' to Lux fix you, I fucks witchu, believe me
I'm just talkin' now cause shit'll be different if we was
Then it ain't gon' be no choppin' up slim, I'm up
Spittin' at Carter window, take the off the gym, I'm one of them
Nigga who bring the to y'all dudes
That's I don't 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 you've done, cause BAOW he ain't got you
That's how we
It's to these niggas that's hella fraud
Like to Dr. Huxtable's closet, swear 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 me credit for it cause he ain't tough like me
But fuck it, I bet this joint'll count (joint account) I trust wifey
Or I just set a price, some C-notes and you done
I drop on Carter roof, I'm Nino 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 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 on the sticks, my controllers was dyin'
So you can play street dummy, but when that K keep and his Soul lay
'Who Dat' who raisin' JT Money? nothin' funny
Don't make me show how fire gets
Always talkin' you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this
They say you that 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 been sleepin', it's time I brought my state right back
give a fuck 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 feel like the ops?
he still 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, that's not Apollo, G (apology), a sorry attempt
Clip rip through niggas, I'll split two
I'll put more at peace, with the foreign piece (peace) Hinduism
I know that they told you, "You got this Ave", but don't 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 at that nigga and figured, "probably"
And judgin' from his last few battles, he should no problem gettin' Bodied, so send 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 when is breakout performance start?
When the Flu Game start?
It doesn't, you done turned into a brown shirt random in a 2K
I get the pinpoint on Ave like his location
Drop the then I send him in a bag
So many it has his street roadblocked
Then I'm him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, them all for Ave
How is this though?
it's not even close
Nothin' about you
Even a takin' bars is somethin' we seen befo'
This is nothin' different, but still suited when I walk through Ave Jehovah Witness
I the weapon
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 goin' from bad to worse, 'matics burst
When you see these street sweepers on Ave we actin' dirt
a bitch and it's true
It has a way to get at you
I mean you pulled out on Mackk, the day of the
Then a MAC get pulled out on you, aye you makin' a battle
We increase the static, bulldog bark with a bite, bitch you need to have it
I mean you had the battle booked and literally
This nigga really he Magic
Now I got news, gettin' gruesome
The clip abuse him or the Shotgun leave him hangin', 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 ask for nothin'
You old as the with 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 third rounds I usually stop life
You are livin' proof, if only two rounds into you, I only shot twice
And you through
And you stole bars
Got respect! But you stole that too
See this hopeless
Really thought he was gon' be validated by his third body and I came in like Irv Gotti, (over Rule'd)
You don't really gotta 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 phone plenty mouthin'
At least we
And then one ring showed he wasn't 'bout (BAOW) it
Nigga it's over
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all know I wrote the
just like this nigga I stole the show, my condolenses