Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we here
No need to preach, how he been on a winnin'
'Cause I done followed J (Jay) his whole career...like Memphis
But, see, the difference in the niggas standin'
He livin' for pen attention, I was livin' off of penitentiary
'Cause you gettin' by with fly talk
Knowin' your kind is why they provided a sidewalk
Soft niggas on this goddamn
Al Kapone shirts, I be at loss every the Yak Man curse
But you put in
But see this is why I the shit tho
Cause how you 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 should baz (Betty Shabazz), to Malcolm widow
Bro, a hoe
And bein' able to flow ain't justify it
You talk guns, my niggas buy the shit to to fire
I'm just to survive
Cause when we 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 like I'm Bushay
makes me wanna punch this bitch in his face
Cause you might be Frog-gy where you
But you ain't in Michigan J
give a fuck what he display with his skills
Cause he just claimed he kill
I ain't up a single day in this field
He'll up with me just wavin' the steel
Nigga ain't even get and bein' a bitch
Oh you JC for
But see I'm trill, old school I'm still with usin'
I can throw you a single blow and he losin' all his
Maybe two mo' and you
And cause I only move wit' the shoulders
So on the ground you'll 'JuJu On That Beat'
Boy I'ma
Still down to the crime rate dawg
Once I get wit' them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas you, just play boss
I'm wit' soldiers, get big bucks
So soon as shit get illy it's
Boy a poser
If you a gun than prove me then
But if you send a shot and miss we gon' hunt 'til you stretched
So bitch you better yourself 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 movin' on to the [?] Cal Watson
All because her boy thirsty, jottin' shit she ain't 'bout
So I can't show this Vice Lord have mercy, you should be
'Bout the bullets we'll spray in that
About the pain that your mama feel to see you lay in hearse
'Bout the money she gotta 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 get murked for tryin' to be heathens
But be an example this evening
I you want us to believe you ran them streets and in beef you be hammer squeezin'
Look, if J (Jay) your peoples, be Sigel, the man have reasons
See you 'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do' with the bars?
I mean Hot' 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', 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 that tell me
Cause every time we turn, look up, it's the same like a big bitch selfie
That ain't help G
I'm too certified for lies (verbalize)
I on you, not off you, look in a burglar eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I just hit up the
And have Chef that problem like kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a enough dollars
It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through Friday we showers
So for Presidents and a skip we'll bust cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) Carter to Rush Hours (rush ours)
Cause we really in the
And I rob [?]
So me havin' to take somethin' been a drill (Benadryl) but you ain't trill enough to where you live
stop it, I bet I could make green in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
It's
Most of these niggas we cross is
And I it's only rap when he yap that he sparkin' rounds
But I to off him now
So Lord me down, I wanna hit this bitch but Gotti cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I just the bag that 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 fuckin' up that

Fuck Myron

Okay, now really ready?
I still remember the first time you held your iron low like you was
From then on, you the coolest
As legendary as Nintendo, 'cause you the game...and blew it
Then we had to hear about that shit all the
All them
If you felt for Ave, you was blind
'Cause here, you gon' all them stripes
We call this
[?]
Each biscuit mean crossed the line
What
This was a place you was most welcomed at
And now you near a welcome mat
You know a bluff
(steal), the toaster will bust
One shot, him up
Casket? Closing and
Six pallbearers, you better hope loyal as fuck
when we pu-
Just pray the same niggas 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 you John McCain
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!
Cause nothin' 'bout this pen game lazy, but the game 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 chase in the hood
But when Death in the chasin' that's when the Reaper comin'
You up, so vest up
Cause I chose the shotgun but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a
It's important you me
But how you 40 an O.G.?
See, this is the reason the Cave crowded a little
I bet you when you 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 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 when we 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 for a second season
We send him back
You Well 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 valuable as a ticket
And me? Well I'm that
Just admit you can't stop the nigga, and he go away
I mean between you and your old age, I don't know what's gon' bring back quicker
But me, it gotta be
Honestly, the the precision that guide rounds is how we know that he dead
focused instead
'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 sure ya homie 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 gain
Or Florida's gon' for your death...you James Evans
All that flexin'? And lines drawin' I'm second guessin'
You'se a square that clearly shook, who ain't did an Etch-A-Sketch
And I bet it
It's not that I know you, I can smell it
So if pussy's what you of, honor it, who you wettin'?
We was young niggas squeezin' them
So ringin' somethin' felt good by 20: that's word to Fettuccine and
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 life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a second opinion
Nigga, we breathe
Nigga, he ain't shit
Old commercial-ass nigga, how believe threats from this?
commercial I said it
I'm guessin' he ain't catch the 'til I send texts (TECs)
Now come back these messages
Man, I'll get at this bitch, just to all the stressin'
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel like I ain't catchin' no
And heavy only ruins it, that's why I cut back
But y'all gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? these niggas bad influences
Why doin' this to this nigga?
You know we
Oh y'all tryin' to see him hype, right? Tryin' to he tougher
Like his N.O.M.E. battle, but it matter, ya homie's a sucker
for that champagne, but it got you like Stoney brother
Man this fucker could've peeled and been
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 snap on 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 them top
Oh, you don't think 'cause of the plane that you can't get no pop, do
If you get shot, blame Orlando, sorta like shooter
I got goons everywhere,
They fuck Ave
That's 'cause everywhere I go I ain't to pick up no cash
You? you hit the block 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 before reachin' they peak
And you don't want your pops hurt grievin', awake and can't
Knowin' the game took his son, now he like Tyrese 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, young fella, goin'
Or fuck wit' the music, '70s
See the route you want, you been on
been 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 than Chris Berman
Y'all niggas too on that petty gwap
As far as Pontiac, X this guy (Alexis Skyy): that's Fetty Wap
I get on every block
I'm nervous the way he not
So as far as cookin' this lil' shit, I'm Roc(k)
See the bars much iller, and my heart just
I done seen triumph from things you just talk 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 here and get that real 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 claim we got Bring it
Just know I'm fuckin' up 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'
me a reason
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 pigs the police (Pulice) will no show, no you Brizz at SM8

2: JC]
I know you here to put on a and that's fine
But in that line cause while you rappin'
I got two tucked away the whole time
Like your with Shine
And that pair will shoot parachute, it'll do more embarrass you
Like your Faceoff with
The last time they saw was with his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff with Sh-
of fact, let's just make this simple and plain
I this, they won't remember his name
be past tense, literally go from Ave to Memory Lane
First, they gon' remember the plot then gon' reminisce over Remington shots
And not gon' phase me
Death? I had plenty wit' it
How you think got so wavy?
I shook the
Might've new seasonin' but I cook the same
mixed with that stainless piece
So if you niggas take the heat
It's to look for shade
I mean you trash cause you
I'm mad they 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 ain't
Glad you didn't lose sleep preparin' for me, you won't have to neither
The fo' him
I'll even get the baby kissed like the Pope him
And put a hit out, you'll never know who was behind it, I be
No more makin' them
saw you as a profit he had you facin' the best
But plagiarism is what you to rest
saw that 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"; the Shocker
You can tell he trash, it's why I'm compelled to spaz
I brought the test but I grade
if he fail he pass
A Chris Stokes dance
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all years I know y'all hate the shit
It's outdated
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 stutter
Yeah, well way he get steal still
And it's plenty
These ain't your typical rounds 'bout lettin' semi's
These bitches better VR
When in your face you can end up anywhere
Nigga, Champion Of The
I see a group of niggas on it
I only kill cause I to write history usin' my opponents
We not accepted the
I don't need validation off the 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 over was slow
I should you lead next
Or you can and act ya age, that's your new best bet
This nigga got 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 them punches wit' me
My accuracy, John Wilkes Booth the balcony
There you it
Before I with Ave, I would play in traffic
So play with me
A.V.E. quickly end up on A&E
I had to make a
Until he done takin' bars these can't rejoice
And accuracy just proves what I'm sayin'
I load the shell, case and point
You of one of the largest movements
But that you actually belong? You hardly do it
So this it's gonna take a lot of bars to prove it
Just take a lot of bars to prove it
2

[Round 3:
I've been my respect
But new battle rap lane is some other [?]
So if this was wrestlin', I'd be changin' the fuckin' channel
the era where 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 how we built our reps up [?]
You Got Served, battles, that had to step up to
They get a Footloose, again knew that the comp 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 them titles and started feelin' like Michael right goddamn now
But nah he palm the strap and say it tough like we back
Well bitch I'll never fold, I'm lazy as fuck at the
So calm your raps, we know for a fact you ain't spittin'
about you say "Scared Mission", we bread different
I slap this little bitch head spinnin'
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you just think that they are, he Craig
Boy you not blazin' and not bangin' so 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, take these bucks from me Lord, I'm payin'
But he
I ain't buyin' bro be with the strap
That's just for the culture
We know he be in the trap
if this was the main nigga to go see in the Yak
Then an easy lick for them keys like 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 type of acceptance from niggas that's respected
Why you a record?
Are you impressed with the stories
Do you know the difference between who and who glorifying?
All your hustle lies and dumpin' iron, you 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 your impaired
I ain't tryin' to Lux fix you, I fucks witchu, me
I'm talkin' 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 y'all
when I don't speak I just move, only me and my tool
I catch him slippin', soon as he in my view screamin' "I got a son."
Well what you've done, cause BAOW he ain't got you
That's how we
doom to these niggas that's 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 credit for it cause he tough like me
But it, I bet this joint'll count (joint account) like I trust wifey
Or I might just set a price, C-notes 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 these things, but I'm on point in
That's DJ
See all that means is revolvers is me
So as soon as the situation is Wilder I'm with Fury
I ain't gon' budge for this bitch, niggas know how we
I got a plug on the sticks, my was dyin'
So you can play street dummy, but when that K drummin' and his Soul lay
'Who who raisin' JT Money? Ain't nothin' funny
Don't make me how fire shit gets
Always talkin' you pounds, man who allows this bitch?
say you talk that 100 round clip shit, cause I'm around this bitch
I'm old you, you know the style it sticks (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 a fuck about these [?] niggas, they type wack
Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk, Straight That!

3: JC]
How can I be so cool with so many niggas on ya team and you still like the ops?
Well he still get the
Fast death, the outer body gon' happen before his real body drop
He here to his death
And it's gon' be to forget and nobody exempt
They say he punch like Creed, not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry attempt
Clip rip through niggas, split two victims
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 asses this year, I actually 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 shot
But this not for the purpose
You see these (CD's) sweepers and bags on Ave, it's not community
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 pinpoint on Ave like his location
the location then I send him in a bag
So many it has his street roadblocked
I'm sendin' him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, them all for Ave
How is this though?
it's not even close
Nothin' you original
a nigga takin' bars is somethin' we seen befo'
This is nothin' different, but still when I walk through Ave like Jehovah Witness
I the weapon
I lit up the
This bitch didn't even get hit and he drop...like 7
I'm a wild child, I'm the reason for the condition on Ave a Rothschild
But it's goin' 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 you pulled out on Mackk, the day of the battle
Then a MAC get pulled out on you, aye bitch you makin' a
We increase the static, bulldog bark 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 leave him hangin', Jimmie Newsome
will not be debatable, nothing you can do to make this close
You show Ave to the followers, the next ups, not the niggas roads
I don't ask for
You old as the TV's with the antennas on top, but I get the jumpin'
Two arms, and they both turn into like shadow puppets
I am not nice, niggas know by third rounds I usually stop life
You are livin' proof, if it's 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 by his third body and I came in like Irv Gotti, overruled (over Rule'd)
You really gotta show us you tough
niggas knowin' what's up
No how real you make it look it's still in question, like Sno on a bluff
We not in the for any shoutin'
Cause you gon' look as as Dr. Omar did in that hotel room
Remember you was on the phone plenty 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
just like this nigga I stole the show, my condolenses