Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we here
No need to preach, how he been on a winnin'
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 chances
'Cause you been gettin' by with fly
that your kind is why they provided a sidewalk
Soft niggas on this goddamn
Al shirts, I be at loss every time the Yak Man curse
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, that's when I bet he should baz (Betty Shabazz), word to widow
Bro, a hoe
And bein' able to flow ain't gon' it
You talk guns, my niggas buy the to just to fire
I'm just to survive
Cause when we pack with cannons, 'Pac 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 look at you different like I'm Bushay
Which makes me wanna this bitch in his face
Cause you be Frog-gy where you stay
But today you ain't in J
Don't give a fuck he display with his skills
Cause he just claimed he would
I ain't up a single day in this field
He'll freeze up with me just the steel
Nigga ain't even get bust and a bitch
Oh you JC for
But see I'm trill, old school I'm still with usin'
I can throw you a blow and he losin' all his teeth
Maybe two mo' and you
And that's cause I move wit' the shoulders
So on the ground you'll find On That Beat'
Boy I'ma
Still to raise the crime rate dawg
Once I get trap wit' them like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas you, just play boss
I'm wit' soldiers, get big bucks
So as shit get illy it's over
Boy a poser
If you a gun blower prove me then
But if you a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you truly stretched
So bitch you better stab 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 on to the [?] like Cal Watson
All because her boy thirsty, jottin' shit she ain't 'bout
So I can't show this Lord have mercy, you should be worried
'Bout the bullets we'll spray in shirt
About the pain that mama feel to see you lay in that hearse
'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 worse
See niggas get for tryin' to be heathens
But don't be an example this
I know you want us to believe you ran them streets and in 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 mean Hot' 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, been official and my pen a missile
Prove I've cold with how I stuck out on Chess (chest) like nipples
So I don't trip off the shit that pricks me
Cause every we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big bitch selfie
That ain't help G
I'm too certified for lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, in a burglar eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I hit up the game
And Chef handle that problem like kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's dollars
It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through Friday we showers
So for Dead Presidents and a skip 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' a drill (Benadryl) but you ain't trill enough to trap where you live
Bitch stop it, I bet I make green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
nonsense
Most of these we cross is clowns
And I know it's only rap when he yap he sparkin' 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 just tied the bag his head in
And should've told 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 up that body

Fuck Myron

Okay, now y'all really
I still remember the first time you held your iron low you was anemic
then on, you remained the coolest
As legendary as Nintendo, you shook the game...and blew it
we had to hear about that shit all the time
All lines
If you felt for Ave, you was blind
'Cause here, you need all them stripes
We call this
[?]
Each biscuit they crossed the line
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? and shut
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 a hole like I'm Dr. Strange
And your president? He won't even attend service like you John McCain
It's sad
They won't remember Ave, he dragged
The game is fake, The Snake
But when pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag
And gettin' bad!
Cause nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the game crazy
One shot, get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K. baby
Pay attention, it's nothing you can do that would be enough to 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
I chose the shotgun 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 the Cave crowded just a little
I bet you when you used to watch Batman, all the sound was visual
POW! Yeah to be in front of this of power it takes extreme guts
And you some, a lot of it
'Cause the 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 he bitin' still (steel) - pun intended
I been told niggas I was levels of him
And is proof, you are as out of place as Master P in the NBA
But still, the (mil' will) shoot
Straight guys
Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that shit of time
'Cause when we to flatten the whole house, even the signal dies
Bitch, I like to kill and everybody's for a special
Weapon's
The clip long enough for a season
We gon' send him
You ridin'? Well notice the signs, 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? Well I'm nigga
Just admit you stop the nigga, and he can't go away
I mean between you and your old age, I know what's gon' bring back problems quicker
But me, it gotta be
Honestly, the the precision that these rounds is how we know that he dead
Stay focused
'Cause tryin' to all that weight around here, we'll 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 bitch yet, 'cause it's only Round 1

[Round 2:
This the where I show we not the same, bredren
So you gain blessings
Or Florida's mourn for your death...you James Evans
All that flexin'? And about drawin' I'm second guessin'
You'se a that 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 what you made of, honor it, who you wettin'?
We was young niggas them toolies
So ringin' somethin' felt good by 20: that's 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
They catch wreck in the
You lose 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 believe threats from this?
Yeah I said it
I'm guessin' he ain't catch the drift 'til I texts (TECs)
Now back after these messages
Man, get at this bitch, just to suppress all the stressin'
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel like I ain't no blessings
And drinkin' heavy only it, that's why I cut back
But y'all give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack these niggas bad influences
Why y'all doin' 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 like Stoney
Man this fucker could've peeled and gone
And I'd have still had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck like you Flintstone
Nah, better yet, the Cave
Even the bro Wav' will on niggas tryin' to cross Ave wrong, that's road rage
You let him know, Ace
A war with us got
Especially since we order some of them 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 'Pac's shooter
I got goons everywhere,
They fuck Ave
'cause everywhere I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash
You? you hit the block for the bread
But told me you been pour (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 niggas die before they reachin' they
And you don't your 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 understand you not a
You be loved, get you a boo Ju'
is what you'd rather be on?
Then, young fella, goin'
Or fuck the music, '70s porn
See the route you want, you been on
Niggas 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 plays that was better Chris Berman
Y'all niggas too stuck on petty gwap
As far as Pontiac, I'll X guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Fetty Wap
I get on every block
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 done seen triumph from things you talk lil' nigga
Let him swing, my weaves mean, Gem Star, split him
Cut clean, new Lion King: see that Scar much
On the for reala, none of y'all niggas put fear and let's get that real clear
Can't hide how you queers feel, we scrappin' too
Just let me when the match is through
I guarantee niggas get the smooth sleep; the new
But as for You claim 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 Heathen and that beef get that Yak to candle-lightin' like a romantic evenin'
Give me a
We got big shit that'll set him
My advice is to get the wifey and ya kids extra
Shit, ya better skate
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 display and fine
But stay in line cause while you rappin'
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 with Shine
The last time they saw dawg was with his arms crossed...like yo' 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
I had plenty brushes wit' it
How you shit got so wavy?
I shook the
Might've added new but I cook the same
Still mixed with that stainless
So if you niggas can't take the
It's natural to look for
I mean you cause you simple
I'm mad they picked 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 hate
And you either
you didn't lose sleep preparin' 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, you'll never know who was it, I be ghostwritin'
No more them threats
Smack saw you as a he had you facin' the best
But is what laid you to rest
They saw profit was bluffin' and you died with a bunch of followers for nothin'; you David Koresh
The will rock him, did him proper
The family say he was "never quite on track"; Silkk the
You can tell he trash, exactly why I'm compelled to spaz
I brought the test but I simple
Even if he fail he
A Stokes dance angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all these I know y'all hate the shit
It's shit
But y'all know how I knew 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 do it than Will will
Did I nigga?
Yeah, well either way he get steal
And plenty here
These ain't your typical rounds 'bout lettin' flair
These bitches better VR
When they in face you can end up anywhere
Nigga, Champion Of The
I see a group of niggas on it
I only kill cause I like to history usin' my opponents
We not accepted the
I don't need validation off the same belt that he
Shit, I even Eric with the same belt that he made
And when you made it to the big stage and started absorbing the glow
It was like Shaq off the dribble, the cross over was
I should you lead next
Or you can and act ya age, that's your new best bet
This got kids old as Chess was in U.F.F
Not to mention, you got half sweepstakes, halftime accuracy in your rounds
See is the reason none of them punches last wit' me
My accuracy, John Wilkes from the balcony
you have it
Before I play Ave, I would play in traffic
So don't play me
A.V.E. will end up on A&E
I had to make a
he done takin' bars these people can't rejoice
And that accuracy just what I'm sayin'
I load the shell, case and point
You of one of the largest movements
But provin' that you actually You hardly do it
So this time it's take a lot of bars to prove it
Just take a lot of bars to prove it
2

[Round 3:
I've earned my respect
But this new battle rap lane is other [?]
So if this was wrestlin', nigga I'd be the fuckin' channel
Cause the era where I'm was 'bout killin'
But now if you don't do shit with a bunch of they swear you won in the buildin'
Look here children, know how we built our reps up [?]
You Got Served, battles, niggas had to step up to
They get a Footloose, again niggas knew that the was hard
We still bet, we threw a on the ground and we Stomped The Yard
Wait on, hold on, cause 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 fallin'
Well bitch never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the laundromat
So calm your raps, we know for a fact you ain't spittin'
Everything about you say "Scared Mission", we bread
I should slap this little bitch spinnin'
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you just think that are, he Craig trippin'
Boy you not blazin' and not bangin' so fakin'
Cause that's mad lame, yo' flag plain, Roc Nation
Y'all got this nigga thinkin' he in the gang is live?
Well fine, take these from me Lord, I'm payin' tithes
But he
I buyin' that bro be with the strap
That's just flow for the
We know he don't be in the
Cause if this was the main to go see in the Yak
Then an easy lick for them keys like Jodie with the smack
You rap nigga, nothin' 'bout you say cap peeler
Far as hustlin', we you ain't touchin' no traps 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 niggas here be
Tryin' to find a direction, but get type of acceptance from niggas that's hood respected
Why you a record?
Are you with the stories writing?
Do you the difference between 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 advising you to stick with the
A move where you can relax, it's the Yak ('gnac) got your vision impaired
I ain't tryin' to Lux fix you, I witchu, believe me
I'm just talkin' now shit'll be different if we was beefin'
Then it ain't gon' be no up slim, I'm pullin' up
Spittin' at Carter window, take the lock off the gym, I'm one of
who bring the beef to y'all dudes
That's when I don't I just move, only 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 hella fraud
Like word to Dr. closet, swear to (sweater) God
Or the that give him scars
Damage him, hit him hard, vision
The nigga's still Dancing, With The Stars
But y'all won't give me for it cause he ain't tough like me
But fuck it, I bet joint'll count (joint account) like I trust wifey
Or I might just set a price, some C-notes and you
I drop money on Carter roof, I'm on the run
But you cool, you got ya gun
Yeah he say all things, but I'm on point in Orlando
DJ Augustine
See all that means is is near me
So as soon as the situation is Wilder I'm drawin' with
I ain't gon' budge for this bitch, know how we vibin'
I got a on the sticks, my controllers was dyin'
So you can play street dummy, but when K keep drummin' and his Soul lay
'Who Dat' who JT Money? Ain't nothin' funny
Don't me show how fire shit gets
Always talkin' you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this
They say you talk that 100 clip shit, cause I'm around this bitch
I'm old school you, you know the style it (Stylistics)
And we don't miss, I told you fix my plate, right
Cause they been sleepin', it's time I brought my state right
Don't give a fuck about these [?] niggas, they type
I'm a nigga outta Norfolk, Straight Like That!

3: JC]
How can I be so cool with so many niggas on ya team and you still feel like the
Well he get the shot
Fast death, the body experience gon' happen before his real body drop
He to witness his death
And it's gon' be hard to and nobody exempt
They say he punch like Creed, not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry attempt
Clip rip through niggas, I'll split two
I'll put at peace, with the foreign piece (peace) than Hinduism
I that they told you, "You got this Ave", but don't believe the help
I done whooped so many of y'all this year, I actually need the belt
And they you "The DVD Man"
I took one look at 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 personal shot
But this not for the purpose
You see (CD's) sweepers and bags on Ave, it's not community service
So is your breakout performance start?
When does the Flu Game
It doesn't, you done turned a brown shirt random in a 2K park
I get the on Ave like his location drop
Drop the then I send him in a bag
So many cars it has his street
Then I'm him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, all synonyms for Ave
How is this even
Oddly it's not even
Nothin' about you
a nigga takin' bars is somethin' we seen befo'
This is nothin' different, but still suited when I walk Ave like Jehovah Witness
I the weapon
I lit up the
This bitch didn't 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 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 mean you out on Mackk, the day of the battle
Then a MAC get out on you, aye bitch you makin' a battle
We increase the static, bulldog bark a sharp bite, bitch you need to have it
I mean you had the battle booked and literally
nigga really think he Magic
Now I got news, it's gettin'
The clip abuse him or the Shotgun leave him hangin', Jimmie
This 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 don't ask for
You old as the TV's the antennas on top, but I get the static jumpin'
Two arms, and they both turn into animals shadow puppets
I am not nice, niggas know by these third I usually stop life
You are proof, if it's only two rounds into you, I only shot twice
And you coasted
And you stole some
Got respect! But you stole that too
See hopeless fool
Really thought he was gon' be validated by his third and I came in like Irv Gotti, overruled (over Rule'd)
You don't really show us you tough
Real niggas what's up
No matter how real you it look it's still in question, like Sno on a bluff
We not in the mood for any
Cause you gon' look as dumb as Dr. Omar did in that room
you was on the phone doin' plenty mouthin'
At we thought
And then one ring showed he really 'bout (BAOW) it
Nigga over wit'
Overdose the dopest pen and y'all know I wrote the shit
Cause just like this I stole the show, my condolenses