Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we here
No to preach, how he been on a winnin' streak
I done 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 gettin' by with fly talk
Knowin' that your kind is why they provided a
Soft niggas on this goddamn
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 get real do one go out the window?
Say F the flag, that's when I bet he baz (Betty Shabazz), word to Malcolm widow
Bro, a hoe
And able to flow ain't gon' justify it
You talk guns, my niggas buy the to just to fire
I'm talkin' just to
Cause when we with cannons, it's 'Pac and Janet
We be if Justice on our side
But you mind, cause 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 punch this bitch in his
you might be Frog-gy where you stay
But today you in Michigan J
give a fuck what he display with his skills
Cause he claimed he would kill
I ain't suited up a single day in this
He'll up with me just wavin' 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 these
I can throw you a single 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 Beat'
Boy I'ma
down to raise the crime rate dawg
Once I get wit' them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas like you, play boss
I'm really soldiers, get big bucks
So soon as shit get 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 better stab yourself if you scared of 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 have mercy, you should be worried
'Bout the we'll spray in that shirt
About the pain that your mama to see you lay in that hearse
'Bout the money she gotta spend to get ya day in church
But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to give J the best
Oh it gets
See niggas get for tryin' to be heathens
But don't be an this evening
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 have
See you 'Dope Man', the That U Do' with the bars? Sheesh
I mean 'It's Hot' they had to 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, I've been 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 that pricks tell me
Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the same like a big bitch selfie
That gon' help G
I'm too certified for lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, look in a burglar (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I hit up the game
And have handle that problem like kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough
It leaves shit Smokey, Monday Friday we dumb showers
So for Dead Presidents and a skip we'll cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter to Rush Hours (rush ours)
we really in the field
And I rob [?]
So me havin' to take somethin' been a drill (Benadryl) but you trill enough to trap where you live
Bitch stop it, I bet I could green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
It's
of these niggas 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 this bitch but cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I just 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 you you mad gay for fuckin' up that body

Fuck Myron

Okay, now y'all ready?
I still remember the first you held your iron low like you was anemic
then on, you remained the coolest
As legendary as Nintendo, 'cause you the game...and blew it
Then we had to hear about that shit all the
All lines
If you for Ave, you was walkin' blind
'Cause here, you gon' need all them
We call life
[?]
Each mean they crossed the line
What
This was once a you was most welcomed at
And now you near a welcome mat
You it's a bluff
Still (steal), the will bust
One shot, him up
Casket? and shut
Six pallbearers, you better they loyal as fuck
when we pu-
Just the same niggas holdin' you down holdin' you up
'Cause about to rain
Arms are wavin' it'll send you through a like I'm Dr. Strange
And your president? He won't even attend your service like you John
It's sad
They remember Ave, he gettin' dragged
The game is fake, The Snake
But Surf pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag
And it's bad!
nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the fifth game crazy
One shot, get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K. baby
Pay attention, nothing you can do that would be enough to even up
All you niggas chase death in the
But when Death in the hood chasin' when the Reaper comin'
You up, so vest up
Cause I the shotgun but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a Tesla
important you know me
But how you 40 an O.G.?
See, is the reason 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 type of it takes extreme guts
And you some, a lot of it
'Cause the ratchet got a like Kareem Hunt's
But mind that
We in line, Ave, write ya will, fuck who it
ya mouth, the gun is in it
What a he bitin' still (steel) - pun intended
I told niggas I was levels ahead of him
And this is proof, you are as out of place as P in the NBA
But still, the Miller (mil' will)
Straight guys
Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that shit of time
when we come to flatten the whole house, even the signal dies
Bitch, I like to kill and everybody's for a reason
squeezin'
The clip enough for a second season
We gon' him back
You ridin'? notice the signs, this the dead end of Ave
And Ave different
I mean you was on top and now you get a win
You 'bout as as a Cavs ticket
And me? I'm that nigga
Just you can't stop the nigga, and he can't go away
I between 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 these rounds is how we know that he dead
Stay instead
tryin' to throw 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 sure ya found one
But do not jump in bitch 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 mourn for your death...you James Evans
All flexin'? And lines about drawin' I'm second guessin'
You'se a square that gets clearly shook, who ain't did an
And I bet it
It's not that I you, I just can smell it
So if pussy's what you of, honor it, who you wettin'?
We was young squeezin' them toolies
So ringin' somethin' felt good by 20: that's word to and Shooney
Now who can he know a thing 'bout a shell? Or the bullet?
A taco, at least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not Saved By The
They catch in the trenches
You lose your life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a opinion
Nigga, we breathe
Nigga, he ain't stretchin'
Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all believe threats this?
Yeah commercial I it
I'm guessin' he catch the drift 'til I send texts (TECs)
Now come back after these
Man, I'll get at this bitch, to suppress all the stressin'
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel like I ain't no blessings
And drinkin' heavy ruins it, that's why I cut back
But y'all gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack these bad influences
Why y'all doin' this to this
You know we
Oh y'all tryin' to see him hype, right? Tryin' to promote he
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 fucker could've peeled and been gone
And I'd still had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck like you Wilma Flintstone
Nah, better yet, the whole
Even the bro Wav' will snap on niggas 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 plane that you can't get no pop, do
If you get shot, blame Orlando, sorta 'Pac's shooter
I got goons everywhere,
fuck wit' Ave
That's 'cause everywhere I go I ain't scared to pick up no
You? you hit the block for the bread
But niggas told me you been pour (poor) out the Yak ('gnac) and not for the dead
So if you scared, don't even try to leave and street
niggas die before they 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 Waist
See, I want you to be you, Ju'
And understand you not a
You be loved, get you a boo Ju'
Dance is you'd rather be on?
Then, fella, keep goin'
Or wit' the music, '70s porn
See the route you want, you been on
Niggas been it, holmes
We hood niggas - bitch, I still drink the juice when the gone
I hit the trap, run the zones
My strip
I had plays that was better than Chris Berman
Y'all niggas too stuck on that petty
As far as Pontiac, I'll X this guy (Alexis Skyy): Fetty Wap
I get respect on every
Cause I'm the way he not
So as far as this lil' shit, I'm Ready Roc(k)
See the bars much iller, and my just realer
I done seen triumph from things you just talk lil'
Let him swing, my weaves mean, Gem Star, just him
Cut clean, new Lion see that Scar much 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
Just let me know when the match is
I guarantee niggas get the smooth the mattress new
But as for You claim we got beef? Bring 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 candle-lightin' a romantic evenin'
Give me a
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 pigs the police (Pulice) no show, no you like Brizz at SM8

2: JC]
I know you here to put on a display and that's
But stay in that line cause you rappin'
I got two arms tucked the whole time
Like your with Shine
And that pair shoot parachute, it'll do more than embarrass you
Like your Faceoff Shine
The last they saw dawg was with his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff with Sh-
Matter of fact, let's just make this and plain
I grab this, they won't remember his
He'll be past tense, literally go Ave to Memory Lane
First, they gon' remember the plot then they reminisce over Remington shots
And it's not phase me
I had plenty brushes wit' it
How you think shit got so
I the game
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 trash you simple
I'm mad they picked you
Rage to come after Ave- definitely put up my average against you
I'm actually you took the battle
I niggas that duck and I hate divas
And you ain't
Glad you lose sleep preparin' for me, you won't have to wait neither
The fo' him
I'll even get the baby kissed like the Pope him
And put a hit out, never know who was behind it, I be ghostwritin'
No makin' them threats
saw you as a profit he had you facin' the best
But plagiarism is what you to rest
They saw that profit was and you died with a bunch of followers for nothin'; you David Koresh
The clip will rock him, did him
The family say he was "never quite on track"; the Shocker
You can tell he trash, exactly why I'm compelled to spaz
I brought the test but I grade
Even if he he pass
A Chris Stokes angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I know y'all the shit
outdated 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, well either way he get steal
And it's plenty
These ain't your typical rounds 'bout lettin' flair
These better than VR
When they in your face you can end up
Nigga, Of The Year?
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 belt that he chase
Shit, I even whipped Eric the same belt that he made
And when you finally made it to the big and started absorbing the glow
It was Shaq off the dribble, the cross over was slow
I give you lead next
Or you can and act ya age, that's your new best bet
nigga 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 with 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
Until he takin' bars these people can't rejoice
And that accuracy just proves I'm sayin'
I load the shell, case and point
You part of one of the movements
But that you actually 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:
I've been my respect
But new battle rap lane 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 bunch of this they you won in the buildin'
Look here children, know how we built our reps up [?]
You Got Served, battles, that niggas had to up to
They get a Footloose, again niggas knew that the 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 like Michael right goddamn now
But nah he palm the strap and say it tough like we fallin'
Well bitch I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the
So your raps, we know for a fact you ain't lead spittin'
Everything you say "Scared Mission", we bread different
I slap this little bitch 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 mad lame, yo' flag plain, that's Roc Nation
Y'all got this nigga thinkin' he rank in the is live?
fine, take these bucks from me Lord, I'm payin' tithes
But he
I ain't buyin' that bro be the strap
That's just flow for the
We know he be in the trap
Cause if this was the main to go see in the Yak
Then that's an lick 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 charge for petty soft, thought it was minor but that's when I learned that there's Big Trouble In China
These here be vagina
Tryin' to find a direction, but get some type of acceptance niggas that's hood respected
Why you a record?
Are you impressed with the stories
Do you the difference between who reflect and who glorifying?
All your lies and dumpin' iron, you fuckin' lyin'
You ain't bust nothin', probably ain't move to bump and
I'm advising you to stick the squares
A move you can relax, it's clear the Yak ('gnac) got your vision impaired
I ain't tryin' to Lux fix you, I fucks witchu, 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
at Carter window, take the lock off the gym, I'm one of them
Nigga who the beef to y'all dudes
when I don't speak 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 you've done, cause he ain't got you
how we move
It's to these niggas that's hella fraud
word to Dr. Huxtable's closet, swear to (sweater) God
Or the hands give him scars
Damage him, hit him hard, lost
The nigga's Dancing, just With The Stars
But won't give me credit 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 and you done
I drop on Carter roof, I'm Nino on the run
But you cool, you got ya gun
Yeah he say all things, but I'm on point in Orlando
That's DJ
See all means is revolvers is near me
So as soon as the situation is I'm drawin' with Fury
I ain't gon' budge for this bitch, niggas how we vibin'
I got a on the sticks, my controllers was dyin'
So you can street dummy, but when that K keep drummin' and his Soul lay
'Who Dat' who raisin' JT Money? Ain't funny
Don't make me how fire shit gets
talkin' you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this bitch?
They say you talk that 100 round shit, cause I'm around this bitch
I'm old school you, you know the style it (Stylistics)
And we miss, I told you fix my plate, right Smack?
Cause they sleepin', it's time I brought my state right back
Don't give a fuck about [?] niggas, they type wack
Cause I'm a nigga Norfolk, Straight Like That!

3: JC]
How can I be so cool with so many on ya team and you still feel like the ops?
Well he still get the
Fast death, the outer body experience gon' happen his real body drop
He here to witness his
And it's gon' be hard to forget and nobody
They say he punch Creed, that's not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry attempt
Clip rip through niggas, I'll two victims
I'll put more at peace, with the piece (peace) than Hinduism
I know they told you, "You got this Ave", but don't believe the help
I done so many of y'all asses this year, I actually need the belt
And they you "The DVD Man"
I one look at that nigga and figured, "probably"
And judgin' from his last few battles, he should have no problem Bodied, so send 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 your performance start?
When does the Flu start?
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 location I send him in a bag
So cars it has his street roadblocked
Then I'm him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, them all for Ave
How is this even
Oddly it's not close
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 condition on Ave a Rothschild
But goin' from bad to worse, 'matics burst
When you see these sweepers on Ave we actin' addin' dirt
Karma's a and it's 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 a battle
We increase the static, bark with a sharp bite, bitch you need to have it
I mean you had the battle booked and vanished
This nigga really think he
Now I got news, gettin' gruesome
The clip abuse him or the leave him hangin', Jimmie Newsome
This will not be debatable, you can do to make this close
You show Ave to the followers, the ups, not the niggas pavin' roads
I don't ask for
You old as the TV's with the on top, but I get the static jumpin'
Two arms, and they both into animals like shadow puppets
I am not nice, know by these third rounds I usually stop life
You are livin' proof, if it's only two rounds into you, I only twice
And you coasted
And you stole some
Got respect! But you stole that too
See this fool
Really thought he was gon' be validated by his third body and I came in 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 in question, like Sno on a bluff
We not in the for any shoutin'
Cause you gon' look as dumb as Dr. Omar did in that hotel
Remember you was on the phone doin' mouthin'
At we thought
And then one ring showed he really 'bout (BAOW) it
Nigga it's over
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all know I wrote the
Cause just this nigga I stole the show, my condolenses