Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we finally
No need to preach, how he been on a winnin'
'Cause I done J (Jay) his whole career...like Memphis Bleek
But, see, the in the niggas here standin'
He livin' for pen attention, I was livin' off of chances
'Cause you been gettin' by with fly
Knowin' your kind is why they provided a sidewalk
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
how you Vice Lord and a Muslim. Yeah you counterfeit 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' to flow ain't gon' justify it
You talk guns, my niggas buy the shit to to fire
I'm talkin' just to
Cause when we pack with cannons, 'Pac and Janet
We be Lucky if on our side
But you don't mind, you not who you say
So now I'm pissed I gotta look at you different like I'm Bobby Bushay
Which makes me wanna punch bitch in his face
Cause you be Frog-gy where you stay
But today you in Michigan J
Don't give a fuck what he display with his
Cause he claimed he would kill
I ain't up a single day in this field
He'll freeze up with me just wavin' the
Nigga ain't even get bust and bein' a
Oh you JC for
But see I'm trill, old school I'm still with these
I can throw you a blow and he losin' all his teeth
two mo' and you sleep
And cause I only move wit' the shoulders
So on the ground you'll find 'JuJu On Beat'
Boy beast
Still down to raise the crime dawg
Once I get trap wit' arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas like you, just boss
I'm really 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 send a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you stretched
So bitch you better stab yourself if you scared of that wreck
Cause it be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out Julie 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 Vice Lord mercy, you should be worried
'Bout the we'll spray in that shirt
About the pain 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 free, just to give J the best verse
Oh it worse
See niggas get murked for to be heathens
But be an example 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, be Sigel, the man have reasons
See you 'Dope Man', the 'Things U Do' with the bars? Sheesh
I mean 'It's Hot' they had to 'Come And Get Me' 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, I've official and my pen a missile
I've cold with how I stuck out on Chess (chest) like women's nipples
So I don't trip off the shit pricks tell me
Cause every time we turn, up, it's the same angle like a big bitch selfie
That gon' help G
I'm too for verbal lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, in a burglar eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I just hit up the
And Chef handle that problem like kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I y'all a Franklin's enough dollars
It shit Smokey, Monday through Friday 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 in the field
And I rob [?]
So me havin' to take somethin' been a drill (Benadryl) but you ain't trill enough to trap where you
Bitch stop it, I bet I could green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
nonsense
Most of these niggas we 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 Gotti cool, that's Coffee
But for now, I just tied the bag that his in
And they told him takin' this Ave was a dead head
round 1 man

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

Fuck Myron

Okay, now really ready?
I still remember the first time you held your iron low you was anemic
From on, you remained the coolest
As legendary as Nintendo, you shook the game...and blew it
Then we had to about that shit all the time
All them
If you for Ave, you was walkin' blind
'Cause here, you gon' all them stripes
We call life
[?]
Each biscuit mean crossed the line
What
This was once a place you was welcomed at
And now you damn near a mat
You know it's a
Still (steal), the toaster bust
One shot, him up
Casket? Closing and
Six pallbearers, you better hope they loyal as
'Cause we pu-
Just pray the same niggas holdin' you holdin' you up
'Cause it's about to
Arms are wavin' it'll send you through a hole I'm Dr. Strange
And your president? He won't attend your service like you John McCain
It's sad
won't 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!
Cause nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the fifth 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 niggas chase in the hood
But when Death in the hood chasin' that's when the comin'
You next up, so up
Cause I chose the shotgun but I'm ridin' by myself, like a Tesla
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 power it takes extreme
And you some, a lot of it
'Cause the ratchet got a kick Kareem Hunt's
But never 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 been told I was levels ahead of him
And this is proof, you are as out of as Master P in the NBA
But still, the Miller (mil' will)
Straight liftin'
Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that shit of time
'Cause when we come to flatten the whole house, the signal dies
Bitch, I like to and everybody's for a special reason
Weapon's
The clip long for a second season
We gon' send him
You ridin'? Well notice the signs, the dead end of Ave
And Ave different
I mean you was on top and now you get a win
You 'bout as valuable as a ticket
And me? Well I'm nigga
Just admit you can't stop the nigga, and he can't go
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 guide these is how we know that he dead
Stay instead
'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll sure that all that power go to his head
body bags at every battle, make sure ya homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, it's only Round 1

[Round 2:
This the part where I show we not the same,
So either you blessings
Or gon' mourn for your death...you James Evans
All that flexin'? And lines drawin' I'm second guessin'
You'se a square that gets 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, it, who you wettin'?
We was young squeezin' 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 least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not By The Bell
catch wreck in the trenches
You lose your life, that's cause you asked for it, (advice), like a second opinion
Nigga, we breathe
Nigga, he ain't shit
Old nigga, how y'all believe threats from this?
commercial I said it
I'm guessin' he ain't catch the drift 'til I send (TECs)
Now come back after these
Man, I'll get at bitch, just to suppress all the stressin'
I'm goin' somethin', and it feel like I ain't catchin' no blessings
And drinkin' only ruins it, that's why I cut back
But y'all gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack niggas bad influences
Why y'all doin' to this nigga?
You we gutta
Oh y'all to see him hype, right? Tryin' to promote he tougher
Like his N.O.M.E. battle, but it don't matter, ya 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 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 us got brutal
since we order some more 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
That's everywhere I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash
You? you hit the block for the bread
But niggas told me you pour (poor) out the Yak ('gnac) and it's not for the dead
So if you scared, don't even try to leave and play
niggas 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 Tyrese in Deep
See, I just 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, young fella, keep
Or fuck wit' the music, porn
See the route you want, you done on
Niggas been it, holmes
We hood niggas - bitch, I still drink the juice the noodles 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 petty gwap
As far as Pontiac, I'll X this guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Wap
I get respect on block
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 Scar 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 feel, we were scrappin' too
Just let me know when the match is
I guarantee get the smooth sleep; the mattress new
But as for you? You we got beef? Bring it
Just know I'm up everything with ease, more than Jacquees singin'
So thinkin' you can go at a Heathen and that beef gon' get that Yak to candle-lightin' like 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 better
if you call the pigs the police (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 cause while you rappin'
I got two arms tucked away the whole
your Faceoff with Shine
And that will shoot parachute, it'll do more than embarrass you
your Faceoff with Shine
The last time they saw dawg was with his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff Sh-
Matter of fact, let's just make this and plain
I grab this, they won't remember his
He'll be past tense, go from Ave to Memory Lane
First, they gon' remember the plot they gon' reminisce over Remington shots
And not gon' phase me
Death? I had plenty brushes it
How you think got so wavy?
I the game
Might've added new but I cook the same
Still with that stainless piece
So if you niggas can't the heat
It's natural to for shade
I mean you trash cause you
I'm mad cause picked you
Rage to come after Ave- definitely put up my average against you
I'm actually you took the battle
I hate niggas that duck and I divas
And you ain't
Glad you didn't lose sleep preparin' for me, you 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 never know who was behind it, I be
No more them threats
Smack saw you as a profit he had you the best
But plagiarism is what laid you to
They saw profit was bluffin' 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"; Silkk the
You can tell he trash, it's exactly why I'm 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 I know y'all hate the shit
It's outdated
But y'all wanna how I knew he would still take the shit?
Cause he steal (still) takin'
But time, it get real 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 still
And it's here
These ain't your typical rounds 'bout semi's flair
bitches better than VR
When they in your face you can end up
Nigga, Of The Year?
I see a whole group of on it
I only kill cause I like to write history my opponents
We not accepted the
I don't validation off the same belt that he chase
Shit, I even Eric with the same belt that he made
And when you finally made it to the big stage and started the glow
It was like Shaq off the dribble, the cross was slow
I give 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 is the reason none of them punches last wit' me
My accuracy, Wilkes Booth from the balcony
There you it
I play with Ave, I would play in traffic
So play with me
A.V.E. will end up on A&E
I had to a choice
Until he done takin' bars people can't rejoice
And that accuracy just proves what I'm
I just load the shell, case and
You part of one of the largest
But provin' that you belong? You hardly do it
So time it's gonna take a lot of bars to prove it
don't take a lot of bars to prove it
2

[Round 3:
I've been 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 I'm from 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 our reps up [?]
You Got Served, battles, niggas had to step up to
They get a Footloose, again niggas knew the comp was hard
We still bet, we threw a buck on the ground and we The Yard
hold on, hold on, cause this is not that crowd
You heard them titles and started feelin' like Michael goddamn now
But nah he palm the strap and say it like we fallin' back
bitch I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the laundromat
So your raps, we know for a fact 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 just think that they are, he trippin'
Boy you not blazin' and not so stop fakin'
Cause that's mad lame, yo' flag plain, that's Roc
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 ain't buyin' that bro be the strap
just flow 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 keys like with the smack
You just rap nigga, 'bout you say cap peeler
Far as hustlin', we know you ain't no traps skrilla
See I caught a charge for petty soft, thought it was minor but that's when I learned there's Big Trouble In Little China
These niggas be vagina
Tryin' to find a direction, but get some type of acceptance niggas that's hood respected
Why you want a
Are you impressed with the stories
Do you know the difference who reflect and who glorifying?
All your hustle lies and iron, you fuckin' lyin'
You ain't bust nothin', probably move to bump and grindin'
I'm advising you to stick with the
A move you can relax, it's clear the Yak ('gnac) got your vision impaired
I tryin' to Lux fix you, I fucks witchu, believe me
I'm just talkin' now cause shit'll be if we was beefin'
Then it gon' be no choppin' 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 speak I move, only me and my tool
I him slippin', soon as he in my view he's screamin' "I got a son."
Well look you've done, cause BAOW he ain't got you
how we move
It's to these niggas that's hella fraud
Like to Dr. Huxtable's closet, swear to (sweater) God
Or the hands that him scars
him, hit him hard, vision lost
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 joint'll count (joint account) like I trust wifey
Or I just set a price, some C-notes and you done
I drop money on Carter roof, I'm on the run
But you cool, you got ya gun
Yeah he say all these things, but I'm on point in
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 budge for this bitch, niggas know how we vibin'
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
'Who Dat' who raisin' JT Ain't nothin' funny
Don't make me show how fire shit
Always you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this bitch?
They say you talk that 100 round clip shit, cause I'm this bitch
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 brought my state back
Don't give a fuck about these [?] niggas, they wack
Cause I'm a outta Norfolk, Straight Like That!

3: JC]
How can I be so cool with so many niggas on ya and you still feel like the ops?
he still get the shot
Fast death, the outer body experience gon' happen before his body drop
He to witness his death
And it's gon' be to forget and nobody exempt
They say he punch like Creed, that's not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry
rip through niggas, I'll split two victims
I'll put more at peace, with the foreign piece (peace) than
I know that they told you, "You got this Ave", but don't believe the
I done so many of y'all asses this year, I actually need the belt
And call you "The DVD Man"
I took one look at that 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 kill
But not for the usual purpose
You see these (CD's) sweepers and bags on Ave, not community service
So is your breakout performance start?
When does the Flu Game
It doesn't, you done into a brown shirt random in a 2K park
I get the pinpoint on Ave like his drop
Drop the then I send him in a bag
So cars it has his street roadblocked
Then I'm him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, all synonyms for Ave
How is even though?
it's not even close
Nothin' about you
Even a nigga takin' bars is somethin' we seen
This is nothin' different, but still suited when I walk through Ave like Jehovah
I peel the
I lit up the
This bitch didn't get hit and he drop...like Building 7
I'm a wild child, I'm the for the condition on Ave like a Rothschild
But it's goin' from bad to worse, 'matics
When you see these street sweepers on Ave we actin' dirt
Karma's a bitch and 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 bitch you a battle
We increase the static, bark with a sharp bite, bitch you need to have it
I you had the battle booked and literally vanished
This 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 this
You show Ave to the followers, the next ups, not the niggas roads
I ask for nothin'
You old as the TV's with the antennas on top, but I get the static
Two arms, and they both turn into animals like puppets
I am not nice, know by these third rounds I usually stop life
You are livin' proof, if it's only two into you, I only shot twice
And you through
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 gotta show us you tough
Real knowin' what's up
No matter how 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 dumb as Dr. Omar did in that room
Remember you was on the phone plenty mouthin'
At we thought
And then one showed he wasn't really 'bout (BAOW) it
Nigga it's over
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all I wrote the shit
Cause just like this nigga I stole the show, my