Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we here
No need to preach, how he on a winnin' streak
'Cause I done followed J (Jay) his whole career...like 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 fly talk
Knowin' that kind is why they provided a sidewalk
niggas on this goddamn Earth
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. Yeah you 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 ain't gon' justify it
You talk guns, my niggas buy the shit to to fire
I'm just to survive
Cause we pack with cannons, it's '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 I'm Bobby Bushay
Which makes me wanna punch this in his face
you might be Frog-gy where you stay
But you ain't in Michigan J
Don't give a fuck what he display his skills
Cause he just claimed he would
I ain't suited up a day in this field
He'll freeze up with me just 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 usin' these
I can throw you a single blow and he losin' all his
Maybe two mo' and you
And that's cause I only move wit' the
So on the you'll find 'JuJu On That Beat'
Boy beast
Still down to raise the crime rate
Once I get trap wit' arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas like you, play boss
I'm really wit' soldiers, get big
So as shit get illy it's over
Boy you'se a
If you a gun than prove me then
But if you send a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you truly
So bitch you better stab yourself if you 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 catch 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 we'll spray in that shirt
About the that your mama feel to see you lay in that hearse
'Bout the money she gotta spend to get ya day in that
But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to give J the verse
Oh it worse
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 streets and in beef you be squeezin'
Look, if J (Jay) your peoples, you'll be Sigel, the man reasons
See you Man', the 'Things That U Do' with the bars? Sheesh
I mean 'It's Hot' had to 'Come And Get Me' cause he on the street
See how all of y'all
'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do', 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 time we turn, look up, the same angle like a big bitch selfie
That gon' 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 like kitchen complaint
money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough dollars
It leaves shit Smokey, through Friday we dumb 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 in the field
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 he yap that he sparkin' 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 they should've told him takin' this Ave was a 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 really ready?
I still remember the time you held your iron low like you was anemic
then on, you remained the coolest
As as Nintendo, 'cause you shook the game...and blew it
Then we had to hear about shit all the time
All lines
If you felt for Ave, you was blind
here, you gon' need all them stripes
We call this
[?]
Each biscuit mean they crossed the
happened?
This was once a place you was most at
And now you damn near a mat
You know a bluff
Still (steal), the toaster will
One shot, him up
Casket? Closing and
Six pallbearers, you better hope they as fuck
when we pu-
Just pray the niggas holdin' you down holdin' 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 like you McCain
It's sad
They remember Ave, he gettin' dragged
The is fake, Jake The Snake
But when pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag
And it's bad!
Cause nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the fifth crazy
One shot, sir'll get (surrogate) carried, 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' 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 Cave just a little
I bet you you used to watch Batman, all the sound effects was visual
POW! Yeah to be in front of type of power it takes extreme guts
And you some, a lot of it
'Cause the ratchet got a kick like Kareem
But mind 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 been told niggas I was ahead of him
And this is proof, you are as out of place as P in the NBA
But still, the Miller (mil' will)
liftin' guys
Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that ahead of time
'Cause when we come to flatten the house, even the signal dies
Bitch, I like to kill and for a special reason
squeezin'
The clip long enough for a second
We gon' send him
You ridin'? Well notice the signs, this the end of Ave
And Ave different
I you was on top and now you can't get a win
You 'bout as valuable as a Cavs
And me? Well I'm that
admit 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 it's me, it be
Honestly, the the precision that guide these rounds is how we know that he
Stay instead
'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll make that all that power go to his head
It's body bags at every battle, sure ya homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause only Round 1

2: Ave]
This the part where I we not the same, bredren
So either you blessings
Or Florida's gon' mourn for death...you James Evans
All that flexin'? And lines about drawin' I'm guessin'
You'se a square that gets 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' toolies
So somethin' 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 least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not By The Bell
They wreck in the trenches
You lose your life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), a second opinion
Nigga, we breathe
Nigga, he stretchin' shit
Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all threats from this?
Yeah I said it
I'm guessin' he ain't the drift 'til I send texts (TECs)
Now come back after these
Man, I'll get at this bitch, just to suppress all the
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel I ain't catchin' no blessings
And heavy only ruins it, that's why I cut back
But y'all gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack niggas bad influences
Why doin' this to this nigga?
You know we
Oh y'all to see him hype, right? Tryin' 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 and been gone
And I'd have still had Roc(k) on this neck like you Wilma Flintstone
Nah, better yet, the Cave
the bro Wav' will snap 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 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 'Pac's shooter
I got everywhere, dumbass
They fuck Ave
'cause everywhere I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash
You? Claim you hit the 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, even try to leave and play street
Cause niggas die before reachin' they peak
And you don't want your pops grievin', awake and can't sleep
Knowin' the game took his son, now he feel like Tyrese in Deep
See, I want you to be you, Ju'
And understand you not a
You be loved, get you a boo Ju'
Dance is what you'd be on?
Then, young fella, goin'
Or fuck the music, '70s porn
See the you want, you done been on
been through it, holmes
We hood niggas - bitch, I drink the juice when the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run through the
My burnin'
I had breakdown plays that was better than Chris
Y'all niggas too stuck on that 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 bars iller, and my heart just realer
I done seen triumph from things you talk lil' nigga
Let him swing, my mean, Gem Star, just split him
Cut clean, new Lion King: see that much clearer
On the for reala, none of y'all niggas put fear here and let's get that clear
Can't hide how you queers feel, we scrappin' too
Just let me know the match is through
I niggas get the smooth sleep; the mattress new
But as for you? You claim we got beef? it
Just 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 candle-lightin' like a evenin'
me a reason
We got big that'll set him straight
My advice is to get the wifey and ya extra safe
Shit, ya friends skate
Even if you call the the police (Pulice) will no show, no you like Brizz at SM8

2: JC]
I you here to put on a display and that's fine
But stay in that line while you rappin'
I got two tucked away the whole time
Like your with Shine
And pair will shoot parachute, it'll do more than embarrass you
Like your Faceoff 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 from Ave to Lane
First, they remember the plot then they gon' reminisce over Remington shots
And it's not gon' me
Death? I had plenty wit' it
How you think got so wavy?
I shook the
Might've added new seasonin' but I the same
Still mixed with that piece
So if you niggas can't the heat
natural 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 actually glad you took the
I hate niggas that and I hate divas
And you either
Glad you didn't lose sleep preparin' for me, you won't have to neither
The fo' him
I'll get the baby kissed like the Pope like him
And put a hit out, you'll never know who was behind it, I be
No more them threats
Smack saw you as a profit he had you the best
But is what laid you to rest
They saw that profit was bluffin' and you died with a bunch of followers for nothin'; you David
The will rock him, did him proper
The family say he was "never 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 he pass
A Chris Stokes angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I y'all hate the shit
It's shit
But y'all wanna know how I knew he still take the shit?
he steal (still) takin' shit
But this time, it get real
The come from 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 here
These ain't your rounds 'bout lettin' semi's flair
These better than VR
When they in your face you can end up
Nigga, Champion Of The
I see a whole group of on it
I only cause I like to write history usin' my opponents
We not the same
I don't need off the same belt that he chase
Shit, I even whipped with the same 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 cross was slow
I should you lead next
Or you can quit and act ya age, that's your new bet
This got kids 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 none of them punches last me
My accuracy, John Wilkes Booth the balcony
you have it
Before I play with Ave, I play in traffic
So don't with me
A.V.E. quickly end up on A&E
I had to make a
Until he takin' bars these people can't rejoice
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 actually belong? You do it
So this time it's gonna a lot of bars to prove it
Just don't 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', nigga I'd be changin' the fuckin'
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'
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 still bet, we threw a on the ground and we Stomped The Yard
Wait hold on, hold on, cause this is not that
You heard them titles and started like Michael right goddamn now
But nah he palm the strap and say it 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 lead spittin'
Everything about you say "Scared Mission", we different
I should slap this bitch head spinnin'
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you just think that are, he Craig trippin'
Boy you not and not bangin' so stop fakin'
that's mad lame, yo' flag plain, that's Roc Nation
Y'all got this nigga thinkin' he in the gang is live?
Well fine, these bucks from me Lord, I'm payin' tithes
But he
I ain't buyin' that bro be the strap
That's just for the culture
We know he be in the trap
Cause if was the main nigga to go see in the Yak
Then that's an easy lick for them keys Jodie with the smack
You just rap nigga, nothin' you say cap peeler
Far as hustlin', we know you ain't no traps skrilla
See I a charge 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 some of acceptance from niggas that's hood respected
Why you want a
Are you impressed with the stories
Do you know the difference between who reflect and who
All your hustle and dumpin' iron, you fuckin' lyin'
You ain't bust nothin', probably ain't move to and grindin'
I'm advising you to stick the squares
A move where you can relax, it's clear the Yak ('gnac) got vision impaired
I ain't tryin' to Lux fix you, I fucks witchu, me
I'm just now cause shit'll be different if we was beefin'
Then it ain't gon' be no choppin' up slim, I'm up
Spittin' at Carter window, take the lock off the gym, I'm one of
Nigga who bring the beef to 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."
Well look what done, cause BAOW he ain't got you
how we move
It's doom to these niggas that's fraud
Like word to Dr. Huxtable's closet, to (sweater) God
Or the hands that him scars
him, hit him hard, vision lost
The nigga's still Dancing, just The Stars
But y'all won't give me credit for it cause he tough like me
But fuck it, I bet this joint'll count (joint account) like I wifey
Or I might just set a price, 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 point in
DJ Augustine
See all means is revolvers is near me
So as soon as the situation is Wilder I'm drawin' Fury
I ain't budge 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 Ain't nothin' funny
Don't me show how fire shit gets
talkin' you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this bitch?
They say you talk that 100 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
they been sleepin', it's time I brought my state right back
Don't give a fuck about these [?] niggas, they wack
Cause I'm a nigga Norfolk, Straight Like That!

3: JC]
How can I be so cool with so many niggas on ya team and you still feel the ops?
he still 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 like 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, the foreign piece (peace) than Hinduism
I know that told you, "You got this Ave", but don't believe the help
I done whooped so many of asses 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 last few battles, he should have no problem gettin' Bodied, so a copy
Besides, I own you my own personal kill
But this not for the usual
You see these (CD's) sweepers and bags on Ave, it's not service
So when is breakout performance start?
When does the Flu start?
It doesn't, you done turned into a brown random in a 2K park
I get the pinpoint on Ave like his location
Drop the location 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 even though?
Oddly not even close
about you original
Even a nigga takin' bars is somethin' we befo'
This is nothin' different, but still suited when I walk through Ave like Jehovah
I peel the
I lit up the
This didn't even get hit and he drop...like Building 7
I'm a child, I'm the reason 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
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 with a sharp bite, bitch you need to have it
I mean you had the battle and literally vanished
nigga really think he Magic
Now I got news, it's gruesome
The clip him or the Shotgun leave him hangin', Jimmie 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 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 third rounds I usually stop
You are livin' proof, if it's two rounds into you, I only shot twice
And you coasted
And you some bars
Got some respect! But you that too
See this fool
Really thought he was gon' be by his third body and I came in like Irv Gotti, overruled (over Rule'd)
You really gotta show us you tough
Real niggas knowin' up
No how real you make it look it's still in question, like Sno on a bluff
We not in the mood for any
Cause you gon' look as as Dr. Omar did in that hotel room
you was on the phone doin' plenty mouthin'
At we thought
And then one ring showed he wasn't really (BAOW) it
it's over wit'
Overdose from the dopest pen and know I wrote the shit
Cause just like this nigga I stole the show, my