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 followed J (Jay) his career...like Memphis Bleek
But, see, the difference in the here standin'
He for pen attention, I was livin' off of penitentiary chances
you been gettin' by with fly talk
Knowin' that your is why they provided a sidewalk
Soft niggas on goddamn Earth
Al shirts, I be at loss every time the Yak Man curse
But you put in
But see this is why I doubt the tho
Cause how you Vice 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 should baz (Betty Shabazz), to Malcolm widow
Bro, a hoe
And able to flow 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 Justice on our
But you mind, cause you not who you say
So now I'm pissed when I look at you different like I'm Bobby Bushay
Which makes me punch this bitch in his face
Cause you might be where you stay
But you ain't in Michigan J
Don't give a fuck he display with his skills
Cause he just claimed he kill
I ain't suited up a single day in field
He'll freeze up me just wavin' the steel
ain't even get bust and bein' a bitch
Oh you JC for
But see I'm trill, old I'm still with usin' these
I can you a single blow and he losin' all his teeth
Maybe two mo' and you
And that's cause I only move the shoulders
So on the ground you'll find 'JuJu On Beat'
Boy beast
Still down to raise the rate dawg
Once I get trap 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 than me then
But if you send a shot and we gon' hunt 'til you truly stretched
So you better stab yourself if you scared of that tooley wreck
Cause it be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out Julie at (Juliet)
Or a option, mama Carter catch rounds poppin'
Now you mad she movin' on to the [?] Cal Watson
All because her boy thirsty, jottin' shit she ain't 'bout
So I can't show Vice Lord have mercy, you should be worried
'Bout the bullets we'll spray in shirt
About the pain that your mama feel to see you lay in that
'Bout the money she gotta spend to get ya day in that
But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to J the best verse
Oh it gets
See get murked 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' the bars? Sheesh
I mean 'It's they had to 'Come And Get Me' cause he on the street
See how all of y'all
'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do', 'It's Hot', 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) like nipples
So I don't trip off the shit that tell me
Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big bitch
That ain't gon' G
I'm too for verbal lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, look in a burglar (burglarize)
All of my ride, I just hit up the game
And have Chef handle that problem kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's dollars
It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through Friday we dumb
So for Dead Presidents and a skip bust cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter tryin' to 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 make in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
nonsense
Most of these niggas we cross is
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
That's 1 man

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

Fuck Myron

Okay, now y'all ready?
I still remember the first time you your iron low like you was anemic
From then on, you remained the
As legendary as Nintendo, 'cause you the game...and blew it
Then we had to hear about shit all the time
All them
If you felt for Ave, you was walkin'
'Cause here, you gon' need all them
We this life
[?]
Each biscuit they crossed the line
What
This was once a 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? Closing and
Six pallbearers, you better they loyal as fuck
'Cause we pu-
Just pray the niggas holdin' you down holdin' you up
'Cause it's 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 won't remember Ave, he gettin'
The is fake, Jake The Snake
But Surf 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, sir'll get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K.
Pay attention, it's nothing you can do would be enough to even up
All you niggas chase in the hood
But when Death in the chasin' that's when the Reaper comin'
You next up, so up
Cause I chose the shotgun but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a
It's 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 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 like Hunt's
But mind that
We in line, Ave, write ya will, who gets it
ya mouth, the gun is in it
What a coincidence: he still (steel) - pun intended
I told niggas 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)
liftin' guys
Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that ahead of time
'Cause we come to flatten the whole house, even the signal dies
Bitch, I like to kill and everybody's for a reason
Weapon's
The clip long enough for a second
We send him back
You Well 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 ticket
And me? Well I'm nigga
Just 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 gon' bring back problems
But it's me, it be
Honestly, the the that guide these rounds is how we know that he dead
focused instead
'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll make sure that all that power go to his
body bags at every battle, make sure ya homie found one
But do not jump in that bitch yet, 'cause only Round 1

2: Ave]
This the where I show we not the same, bredren
So either you blessings
Or gon' mourn for your death...you James Evans
All that flexin'? And about drawin' I'm second guessin'
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 just can it
So if pussy's what you made of, honor it, who you
We was young squeezin' them toolies
So ringin' somethin' good by 20: that's word to Fettuccine and Shooney
Now who can prove he a thing 'bout a shell? Or the bullet?
A taco, at a (Lisa) Turtle, but not Saved By The Bell
catch wreck in the trenches
You lose your life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a opinion
Nigga, we recklessness
Nigga, he ain't stretchin'
Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all believe from this?
commercial I said 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, just to all the stressin'
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel like I catchin' no blessings
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 know we
Oh tryin' to see him hype, right? Tryin' to promote he tougher
Like his N.O.M.E. battle, but it matter, ya homie's a sucker
Reachin' for that champagne, but it got you like brother
Man this 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 Cave
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 think 'cause of the plane that you can't get no pop, do you?
If you get shot, Orlando, sorta like 'Pac's shooter
I got goons everywhere,
fuck wit' Ave
That's 'cause everywhere I go I scared to pick up no cash
You? Claim you hit the for the bread
But niggas told me you been pour (poor) out the Yak ('gnac) and it's not for the
So if you scared, don't try to leave and play street
Cause niggas die they reachin' they peak
And you don't want pops 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 understand you not a
You be loved, get you a boo Ju'
Dance is what you'd be on?
Then, fella, keep goin'
Or fuck wit' the music, '70s
See the route you want, you done on
been through it, holmes
We hood niggas - bitch, I still drink the when the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run through the
My strip
I had breakdown plays that was better than Berman
Y'all niggas too stuck on that petty
As far as Pontiac, X this guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Fetty Wap
I get respect on block
Cause I'm the way he not
So as far as cookin' this lil' shit, I'm Roc(k)
See the bars iller, and my heart just realer
I done seen triumph from things you just talk lil'
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 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 niggas get the smooth sleep; the new
But as for you? You we got beef? Bring it
Just know I'm 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'
Give me a
We got big that'll set him straight
My is to get the wifey and ya kids 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 know you to put on a display and that's fine
But stay in that line while you rappin'
I got two arms tucked away the whole
Like Faceoff with Shine
And pair will shoot parachute, it'll do more than embarrass you
Like Faceoff with Shine
The last time 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 his name
He'll be past tense, go from Ave to Memory Lane
First, they gon' the plot then they gon' reminisce over Remington shots
And it's not gon' me
Death? I had plenty brushes it
How you think shit got so
I shook the
Might've new seasonin' but I cook the same
Still mixed with that piece
So if you niggas can't the heat
It's natural to look for
I you trash cause you simple
I'm mad cause picked you
Rage to 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
even get the baby kissed like the Pope like him
And put a hit out, you'll never know who was it, I be ghostwritin'
No more makin' them
Smack saw you as a profit he had you facin' the
But is what laid you to rest
They saw that profit was bluffin' and you died with a bunch of followers for nothin'; you Koresh
The will rock him, did him proper
The family say he was "never on track"; Silkk the Shocker
You can tell he trash, it's why I'm compelled to spaz
I brought the but I grade simple
Even if he fail he
A Chris dance angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I know y'all the shit
It's shit
But wanna 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 stutter
Yeah, well way he get steal still
And it's plenty
These ain't your typical rounds lettin' semi's flair
bitches better than VR
When in your face you can end up anywhere
Nigga, Of The Year?
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 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 the glow
It was like Shaq off the dribble, the cross over was
I should give you lead
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 sweepstakes, halftime accuracy in your rounds
See this is the reason none of punches last wit' me
My accuracy, John Wilkes Booth the balcony
you have it
Before I 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 these can't rejoice
And that accuracy proves what I'm sayin'
I just load the shell, and point
You of one of the largest movements
But provin' you actually belong? You hardly do it
So this time it's gonna take a lot of bars to it
don't take a lot of bars to prove it
2

[Round 3:
I've earned my respect
But this new rap lane is some other [?]
So if this was wrestlin', I'd be changin' the fuckin' channel
Cause the era where I'm from was killin'
But now if you do shit with a bunch of this they swear you won in the buildin'
Look here children, know how we built our reps up [?]
You Got Served, battles, that had to step 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 on, hold on, cause this is not that crowd
You heard them titles and started feelin' like right goddamn now
But nah he palm the strap and say it tough we fallin' back
Well 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 different
I should slap little bitch head spinnin'
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you just think they are, he Craig trippin'
Boy you not blazin' and not bangin' so stop
that's mad lame, yo' flag plain, that's Roc Nation
Y'all got this thinkin' he rank in the gang is live?
Well fine, take bucks 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 was the main nigga to go see in the Yak
that's an easy lick for them keys like Jodie with the smack
You just rap nigga, nothin' 'bout you say cap
Far as hustlin', we know you ain't no traps skrilla
See I caught a charge for 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 type of acceptance from niggas that's hood
Why you want a
Are you with the stories writing?
Do you the difference between who reflect and who glorifying?
All your hustle lies and iron, you fuckin' lyin'
You bust nothin', probably ain't move to bump and grindin'
I'm advising you to stick with the
A where 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 cause shit'll be different if we was
Then it ain't gon' be no up slim, I'm pullin' up
Spittin' at window, take the lock off the gym, I'm one of them
Nigga who bring the beef to y'all
That's when I 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 doom to these niggas hella fraud
word to Dr. Huxtable's closet, swear to (sweater) God
Or the hands give him scars
Damage him, hit him hard, vision
The nigga's still Dancing, just 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 (joint account) like I trust wifey
Or I might 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
he say all these 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 gon' budge for this bitch, niggas know how we vibin'
I got a plug on the sticks, my controllers was
So you can street dummy, but when that K keep drummin' and his Soul lay
'Who Dat' who raisin' JT Ain't nothin' funny
make me show how fire shit gets
Always talkin' you 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 don't miss, I told you fix my plate, Smack?
Cause they been sleepin', 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 so many niggas on ya team and you still feel like the ops?
Well he get the shot
Fast death, the outer body experience gon' before his real body drop
He here to his death
And it's gon' be to forget and nobody exempt
say he punch like Creed, that's not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry attempt
Clip rip through niggas, I'll split two
put more at peace, with the foreign 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' his last 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 purpose
You see these (CD's) sweepers and on Ave, it's not community service
So is your 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
the location then I send him in a bag
So many it has his street roadblocked
Then I'm him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, all synonyms for Ave
How is this though?
it's not even close
Nothin' you original
Even a takin' bars is somethin' we seen befo'
This is nothin' different, but still suited when I walk through Ave like Witness
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 reason for the condition on Ave a Rothschild
But goin' from bad to worse, 'matics burst
When you see street sweepers on Ave we actin' addin' dirt
Karma's a bitch and it's
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 literally
This nigga think he Magic
Now I got news, gettin' gruesome
The clip abuse him or the Shotgun him hangin', Jimmie Newsome
This will not be debatable, nothing you can do to make 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 the antennas on top, but I get the static jumpin'
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 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 body and I came in like Irv Gotti, (over Rule'd)
You don't gotta show us you tough
Real knowin' what's up
No matter how real you make it look 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 hotel room
Remember you was on the doin' plenty mouthin'
At least we
And then one showed he wasn't really 'bout (BAOW) it
Nigga it's over
Overdose from the pen and y'all know I wrote the shit
Cause just like this nigga I stole the show, my