Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we finally
No need to preach, how he been on a streak
'Cause I 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 chances
'Cause you gettin' by with fly talk
Knowin' that kind is why they provided a sidewalk
Soft on this 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
Cause how you Vice Lord and a Muslim. you counterfeit bro
When get real do one go out the window?
Say F the flag, that's when I bet he should baz (Betty Shabazz), word to Malcolm
Bro, a hoe
And bein' able to flow gon' justify it
You guns, my niggas buy the shit to just to fire
I'm talkin' to survive
Cause when we pack with cannons, it's 'Pac and
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 bitch in his face
Cause you might be Frog-gy you stay
But today you ain't in J
Don't give a fuck what he display his skills
he just claimed he would kill
I suited up a single day in this field
He'll up with me just wavin' the steel
Nigga even get bust and bein' a bitch
Oh you JC for
But see I'm trill, old school I'm still with these
I can throw you a single blow and he all his teeth
Maybe two mo' and you
And that's I only move wit' the shoulders
So on the ground you'll 'JuJu On That Beat'
Boy I'ma
Still down to the crime rate dawg
Once I get wit' them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas like you, just play
I'm really soldiers, get big bucks
So as shit get illy it's over
Boy a poser
If you a gun blower than me then
But if you send a shot and miss we hunt 'til you truly stretched
So you better 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 catch rounds poppin'
Now you mad she movin' on to the [?] like Cal
All because her boy that thirsty, jottin' shit she ain't
So I can't show this Vice Lord have mercy, you be worried
'Bout the bullets we'll in that shirt
the pain that your 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 don't be an this 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 'Things That U Do' with the bars?
I mean 'It's Hot' they had to And Get Me' cause he on the street
See how all of y'all
Man', the 'Things That U Do', 'It's Hot', 'Come 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) women's nipples
So I don't trip off the shit that pricks me
Cause every time we turn, look up, the same angle like a big bitch selfie
That ain't gon' G
I'm too for verbal lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, look in a eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I hit up the game
And have Chef handle that problem kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough
It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through we dumb showers
So for Dead and a skip we'll bust cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter to Rush Hours (rush ours)
Cause we really in the
And I rob [?]
So me havin' to take somethin' been a drill (Benadryl) but you ain't trill enough to trap you live
stop it, I bet I could make green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
It's
Most of these we cross is clowns
And I know it's only rap when he yap that he sparkin'
But I to off him now
So talk me down, I wanna hit this bitch but Gotti cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I tied the bag that his head in
And they should've told him takin' this Ave was a head
round 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 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, 'cause you the game...and blew it
Then we had to hear 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
[?]
Each biscuit mean crossed the line
What
This was once a you was most welcomed at
And now you damn a welcome mat
You know a bluff
Still (steal), the toaster bust
One shot, him up
Closing and shut
Six pallbearers, you better hope they as fuck
'Cause we pu-
Just pray the same niggas holdin' you down you up
it's about to rain
Arms are wavin' it'll send you through a hole I'm Dr. Strange
And your president? He won't even attend your service you John McCain
It's sad
They won't Ave, he gettin' dragged
The game is fake, The Snake
But Surf pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag
And gettin' bad!
Cause nothin' this pen game lazy, but the fifth game crazy
One shot, sir'll get (surrogate) carried, he Kim K. baby
Pay attention, nothing you can do that would be enough to even up
All you chase death in the hood
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 ridin' by myself, that's like a
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 you used to watch Batman, all the sound effects was visual
POW! Yeah to be in front of this type of it takes extreme guts
And you some, a lot of it
the ratchet got a kick like Kareem Hunt's
But never that
We in line, Ave, ya will, fuck who gets it
ya mouth, the gun is in it
What a coincidence: he bitin' still (steel) - pun
I been told niggas I was levels of him
And this is proof, you are as out of as Master P in the NBA
But still, the (mil' will) shoot
Straight liftin'
Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that shit ahead of
'Cause when we come to flatten the whole house, even the dies
Bitch, I like to kill and for a special reason
Weapon's
The long enough 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 valuable as a Cavs
And me? I'm that nigga
Just admit you stop the nigga, and he can't go away
I mean you and your 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 rounds is how we know he dead
Stay focused
'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 sure ya homie one
But do not jump in that yet, 'cause it's only Round 1

2: Ave]
This the part I show we not the same, bredren
So either you gain
Or gon' mourn for your death...you James Evans
All that flexin'? And lines about drawin' I'm second
a square that gets clearly shook, who ain't did an Etch-A-Sketch
And I bet it
It's not that I know you, I can smell it
So if pussy's what you made of, it, who you wettin'?
We was niggas squeezin' them toolies
So ringin' somethin' felt good by 20: that's word to Fettuccine and
Now who can prove he know a thing 'bout a Or the bullet?
A taco, at least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not Saved By The
They catch wreck in the
You your life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a second opinion
Nigga, we recklessness
Nigga, he stretchin' shit
Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all believe threats from
Yeah I said it
I'm guessin' he ain't the drift 'til I send texts (TECs)
Now come back after messages
Man, get at this bitch, just to suppress all the stressin'
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel like I ain't catchin' no
And drinkin' only ruins it, that's why I cut back
But y'all gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? these niggas bad influences
Why y'all this to this nigga?
You we gutta
Oh y'all tryin' to see him hype, right? Tryin' to promote he
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 still had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck you Wilma Flintstone
Nah, better yet, the whole
Even the bro Wav' will 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 some more of top Rugers
Oh, you don't think 'cause of the that you can't get no pop, do you?
If you get shot, blame Orlando, sorta like shooter
I got everywhere, dumbass
fuck wit' Ave
That's 'cause I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash
You? Claim you hit the block for the
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 and play street
Cause die before they reachin' they peak
And you don't want your hurt grievin', awake and can't sleep
Knowin' the game took his son, now he feel like 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, young fella, keep
Or fuck the music, '70s porn
See the route you want, you done on
Niggas through it, holmes
We hood niggas - bitch, I still drink the when the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run through the
My burnin'
I had breakdown plays was better than Chris Berman
niggas too stuck on that petty gwap
As far as Pontiac, I'll X this guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Wap
I get respect on every
I'm nervous the way he not
So as far as this 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 much
On the for reala, none of y'all niggas put fear here and get that real clear
Can't hide how you feel, we were scrappin' too
Just let me know the match is through
I guarantee niggas get the smooth 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 keep thinkin' you can go at a Heathen and that beef gon' get that Yak to like a romantic evenin'
Give me a
We got big shit set him straight
My is to get the wifey and ya kids extra safe
Shit, ya better skate
Even if you call the pigs the (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 you rappin'
I got two arms tucked away the time
Like Faceoff with Shine
And that pair will shoot parachute, do more than embarrass you
Like your with Shine
The last time they saw dawg was with his crossed...like yo' Faceoff with Sh-
Matter of fact, just make this simple and plain
I grab this, they remember his name
He'll be past tense, literally go Ave to Memory Lane
First, they gon' remember the plot then they gon' reminisce 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 seasonin' but I the same
Still with that stainless piece
So if you niggas can't the heat
It's to look for shade
I mean you cause you simple
I'm mad they picked you
Rage to come after Ave- definitely put up my average against you
I'm glad 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 won't have to wait
The fo' him
I'll even get the baby kissed like the Pope him
And put a hit out, you'll never know who was 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 with a bunch of followers for nothin'; 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 exactly why I'm compelled to
I brought the test but I grade
Even if he fail he
A Chris Stokes angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, all these years I know y'all hate the shit
It's outdated
But y'all wanna know how I knew he still take the shit?
Cause he steal (still) 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, either way he get steal still
And it's plenty
These ain't typical rounds 'bout lettin' semi's flair
These better than VR
When they in your face you can end up
Nigga, Of The Year?
I see a whole of niggas on it
I only kill cause I like to write history usin' my
We not accepted the
I don't need validation off the same belt that he
Shit, I even whipped Eric the same belt that he made
And when you finally made it to the big stage and started absorbing the
It was like Shaq off the dribble, the over was slow
I give you lead next
Or you can quit and act ya age, your new best bet
This nigga got old as Chess was in U.F.F
Not to mention, you got half sweepstakes, halftime accuracy in your rounds
See this is the reason none of punches last wit' me
My accuracy, John Wilkes from the balcony
There you 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 make a
he done takin' bars these people can't rejoice
And that just proves what I'm sayin'
I load the shell, case and point
You of one of the largest movements
But that you actually belong? You hardly do it
So this time gonna take a lot of bars to prove it
Just take a lot of bars to prove it
2

[Round 3:
been earned my respect
But this new battle rap is some 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 with a bunch of this they you won in the buildin'
Look here children, y'all know how we built our up [?]
You Got Served, battles, that had to step up to
They get a Footloose, again niggas that the comp was hard
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 like Michael right goddamn now
But nah he palm the strap and say it tough like we fallin'
bitch I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the laundromat
So calm your raps, we know for a you ain't lead spittin'
Everything about you say "Scared Mission", we bread
I should slap this little head spinnin'
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you think that they are, he Craig trippin'
Boy you not blazin' and not bangin' so stop
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 me Lord, I'm payin' tithes
But he
I ain't that bro be with the strap
That's just for the culture
We know he be in the trap
Cause if this was the nigga to go see in the Yak
Then that's an easy lick for them like Jodie with the smack
You rap nigga, nothin' '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 that's when I learned that Big Trouble In Little China
niggas 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 with the stories writing?
Do you know the difference who reflect and who glorifying?
All your lies and dumpin' iron, you fuckin' lyin'
You ain't bust nothin', ain't move to bump and grindin'
I'm you to stick 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 talkin' now cause shit'll be different if we was beefin'
Then it gon' be no choppin' up slim, I'm pullin' up
Spittin' at window, take the lock off the gym, I'm one of them
Nigga who bring the to y'all dudes
That's when I don't I just move, only me and my tool
I catch him slippin', soon as he in my view he's "I got a son."
look what you've done, cause BAOW he ain't got you
That's how we
It's doom to niggas 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 Dancing, just With The Stars
But y'all won't give me credit for it cause he ain't tough me
But fuck it, I bet this joint'll count (joint account) I trust wifey
Or I might set a price, some C-notes and you done
I money on Carter 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 revolvers is me
So as soon as the is Wilder I'm drawin' with Fury
I ain't gon' budge for this bitch, niggas know how we
I got a plug on the sticks, my controllers was
So you can play street dummy, but when that K keep 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, cause I'm around this
I'm old school you, you the style it sticks (Stylistics)
And we miss, I told you fix my plate, right Smack?
Cause they been sleepin', it's time I my state 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 so many niggas on ya team and you still feel like the ops?
Well he get the shot
Fast death, the outer body gon' happen before his real body drop
He to witness his death
And it's gon' be to forget and nobody exempt
They say he punch 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, the foreign piece (peace) than Hinduism
I know that they told you, "You got this Ave", but don't believe the
I done whooped so many of asses this year, I actually need the belt
And call you "The DVD Man"
I took one at that nigga and figured, "probably"
And judgin' from his few battles, he should have no problem gettin' Bodied, so send a copy
Besides, I own you my own kill shot
But this not for the usual
You see (CD's) sweepers and bags on Ave, it's not community service
So when is breakout performance start?
When the Flu Game start?
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 then I him in a bag
So many cars it has his street
I'm sendin' him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, them all for Ave
How is this even
Oddly it's not close
Nothin' about you
Even a nigga takin' bars is 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 a Rothschild
But it's goin' from bad to worse, burst
When you see these street sweepers on Ave we actin' addin'
Karma's a bitch and 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 a sharp bite, bitch you need to have it
I you had the battle booked and literally vanished
nigga really think he Magic
Now I got news, it's gettin'
The abuse him or the Shotgun leave him hangin', Jimmie Newsome
This not be debatable, nothing you can do to make 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 with the antennas on top, but I get the jumpin'
Two arms, and they both turn into animals shadow puppets
I am not nice, niggas know by these third rounds I usually stop
You are livin' proof, if it's only two into you, I only shot twice
And you through
And you stole some
Got some respect! But you stole too
See hopeless fool
Really thought he was gon' be validated by his third body and I in like Irv Gotti, overruled (over Rule'd)
You don't really show us you tough
Real niggas knowin' up
No matter how real you make it look it's still in question, like Sno on a
We not in the mood for any
Cause you gon' look as as Dr. Omar did in that hotel room
Remember you was on the doin' plenty mouthin'
At least we
And then one ring showed he wasn't 'bout (BAOW) it
it's over wit'
Overdose from the pen and y'all know I wrote the shit
Cause just like this I stole the show, my condolenses