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 livin' for pen attention, I was livin' off of chances
'Cause you been gettin' by fly talk
Knowin' that your kind is why they a sidewalk
Soft on this goddamn Earth
Al Kapone shirts, I be at loss time the Yak Man curse
But you put in
But see this is why I the shit tho
Cause how you Vice Lord and a Muslim. you counterfeit bro
When 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 flow gon' justify it
You guns, my niggas buy the shit to just to fire
I'm talkin' to survive
when we pack with cannons, it's 'Pac and Janet
We be Lucky if on our side
But you don't mind, you not who you say
So now I'm when I gotta look at you different like I'm Bobby Bushay
Which makes me wanna this bitch in his face
you might be Frog-gy where you stay
But today you ain't in J
give a fuck what he display with his skills
Cause he claimed he would kill
I ain't suited up a day in this field
He'll freeze up with me just wavin' the
Nigga 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 and he losin' all his teeth
Maybe two mo' and you
And cause I only move wit' the shoulders
So on the ground find 'JuJu On That Beat'
Boy I'ma
Still down to raise the rate dawg
Once I get wit' them arms like my Shine Faceoff
See niggas you, just play boss
I'm really soldiers, get big bucks
So soon as shit get illy it's
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 stab yourself if you scared of that tooley wreck
it won't be no cap you let (Capulet) me find out Julie at (Juliet)
Or a foul option, mama Carter catch rounds
Now you mad she movin' on to the [?] Cal Watson
All because her boy that thirsty, jottin' she ain't 'bout
So I can't show this Vice Lord mercy, you should be worried
the bullets we'll spray in that shirt
About the pain that mama feel to see you lay in that hearse
'Bout the money she gotta to get ya day in that church
But the preacher's fee is what's free, just to J the best verse
Oh it worse
See get murked 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 reasons
See you 'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do' the bars? Sheesh
I mean 'It's Hot' had to 'Come 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 how I stuck out on Chess (chest) like women's nipples
So I trip off the shit that pricks tell me
every time we turn, look up, it's the same angle like a big bitch selfie
That ain't help G
I'm too certified for lies (verbalize)
I steal on you, not off you, in a burglar eyes (burglarize)
All of my shooters ride, I hit up the game
And have handle that problem like kitchen complaint
money talks, and I told y'all a Franklin's enough dollars
It leaves shit Smokey, Monday through Friday we dumb
So for Dead and a skip we'll 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' a drill (Benadryl) but you ain't trill enough to trap 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 know it's only rap when he yap that he rounds
But I to off him now
So Lord talk me down, I hit this bitch but Gotti cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I just tied the bag his head in
And they should've told him takin' this Ave was a head
That's 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 time you held iron low like you was anemic
From on, you remained the coolest
As legendary as Nintendo, you shook the game...and blew it
Then we had to hear about that shit all the
All them
If you for Ave, you was walkin' blind
'Cause here, you gon' need all stripes
We this life
[?]
Each biscuit they crossed the line
What
This was once a place you was most at
And now you damn near a 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 holdin' you down holdin' you up
'Cause about to rain
Arms are it'll send you through a hole like I'm Dr. Strange
And your He won't even attend your service like you John McCain
It's sad
They won't remember Ave, he dragged
The game is fake, Jake The
But Surf pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag
And it's bad!
Cause nothin' 'bout pen game lazy, but the fifth game crazy
One shot, get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K. baby
Pay attention, it's nothing you can do would be enough to even up
All you niggas death in the hood
But when Death in the hood that's when the Reaper comin'
You next up, so up
Cause I chose the but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a Tesla
It's you know me
But how you 40 an O.G.?
See, this is the the Cave 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 it takes extreme guts
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 bitin' (steel) - pun intended
I been told I was levels ahead of him
And is proof, you are as out of place as Master P in the NBA
But still, the Miller (mil' will)
liftin' guys
Whoever you gon' phone for help, do that shit of time
'Cause when we come to flatten the whole house, even the dies
Bitch, I like to kill and everybody's for a special
Weapon's
The clip long enough for a second
We gon' 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 as a Cavs ticket
And me? I'm that 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 gon' bring back problems quicker
But me, it gotta be
Honestly, the the precision that guide these rounds is how we know he dead
Stay instead
'Cause tryin' to throw all that weight around here, we'll sure that all that power go to his head
It's body at every battle, make sure ya homie found one
But do not jump in that yet, 'cause it's only Round 1

[Round 2:
This the where I show we not the same, bredren
So you gain blessings
Or Florida's mourn for your death...you James Evans
All that flexin'? And lines about 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 of, honor it, who you wettin'?
We was young niggas squeezin' them
So somethin' felt 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 least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not Saved By The
They catch wreck in the
You lose life, that's cause you asked for it, Vice (advice), like a second opinion
Nigga, we breathe
Nigga, he ain't stretchin'
Old nigga, how y'all believe threats from this?
Yeah I said it
I'm guessin' he ain't catch the drift 'til I send (TECs)
Now come back these messages
Man, I'll get at this bitch, to suppress all the stressin'
I'm goin' through somethin', and it like I ain't catchin' no blessings
And drinkin' only ruins it, that's why I cut back
But gon' give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack these niggas bad influences
Why y'all doin' to this nigga?
You we gutta
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 brother
Man this fucker could've and been gone
And I'd have still had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck like you Flintstone
Nah, yet, the whole Cave
Even the bro Wav' will snap on niggas tryin' to cross Ave wrong, that's rage
You let him know, Ace
A war with us got
Especially we order some more of them top Rugers
Oh, you think 'cause of the plane that you can't get no pop, do you?
If you get shot, blame Orlando, sorta like 'Pac's
I got goons everywhere,
fuck wit' Ave
That's 'cause I go I ain't scared to pick up no cash
You? Claim you hit the block for the
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 play
Cause niggas die before they reachin' they
And you want your pops 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 you not a murderer
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
Niggas been through it,
We hood niggas - bitch, I drink the juice when the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run the zones
My strip
I had breakdown plays that was than Chris Berman
Y'all niggas too stuck on 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 much 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 King: see that Scar much clearer
On the for reala, none of y'all niggas put fear here and let's get that real
Can't how you queers feel, we were scrappin' too
Just let me know the match is through
I guarantee niggas get the sleep; the mattress new
But as for you? You we got beef? Bring it
Just know I'm fuckin' up everything with ease, more Jacquees singin'
So keep thinkin' you can go at a and that beef gon' get that Yak to candle-lightin' like a romantic evenin'
Give me a
We got big shit set him straight
My advice is to get the and ya kids extra safe
Shit, ya friends skate
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 display and that's
But stay in line cause while you rappin'
I got two arms tucked the whole time
Like your Faceoff with
And that pair will shoot parachute, it'll do more than you
Like Faceoff with Shine
The last time they saw dawg was his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff with Sh-
of fact, let's just make this simple and plain
I grab this, won't remember his name
be past tense, literally go from Ave to Memory Lane
First, they gon' remember the plot then they gon' reminisce over Remington
And it's not gon' me
I had plenty brushes wit' it
How you think got so wavy?
I shook the
Might've added new but I cook the same
Still mixed with that piece
So if you niggas can't take the
It's natural to look for
I mean you cause you simple
I'm mad they picked you
Rage to after Ave- I'ma definitely put up my average against you
I'm glad you took the battle
I niggas that duck and I hate divas
And you either
you didn't lose sleep preparin' for me, you won't 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 know who was behind it, I be ghostwritin'
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 for nothin'; you David Koresh
The clip will rock him, did him
The say he was "never quite on track"; Silkk the Shocker
You can he trash, it's exactly why I'm compelled to spaz
I the test but I grade simple
Even if he he pass
A Chris Stokes dance
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I know hate the shit
outdated shit
But y'all know how I knew he would still take the shit?
he steal (still) takin' shit
But this time, it get real
The shot come from the Yak, so if I 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 lettin' semi's flair
bitches better than VR
When they in face you can end up anywhere
Nigga, Champion Of The
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 same belt he chase
Shit, I even whipped Eric with the belt that he made
And you finally made it to the big stage and started absorbing the glow
It was like Shaq off the dribble, the over was slow
I should give you next
Or you can quit and act ya age, that's new best bet
nigga 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 last wit' me
My accuracy, John Wilkes Booth the balcony
you have it
Before I play Ave, I would play in traffic
So don't with me
A.V.E. will end up on A&E
I had to make a
Until he done takin' bars these people rejoice
And that just proves what I'm sayin'
I just load the shell, case and
You part of one of the largest
But provin' you actually belong? You hardly do it
So this time 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 this new battle rap lane is other [?]
So if this was wrestlin', nigga I'd be the fuckin' channel
Cause the era where I'm was 'bout killin'
But now if you do shit with a bunch of this they swear you won in the buildin'
Look here children, y'all how we built our reps up [?]
You Got Served, battles, niggas had to step up to
They get a Footloose, again niggas that the comp was hard
We still bet, we threw a buck on the ground and we Stomped The
Wait on, hold on, cause this is not that crowd
You heard them titles and feelin' 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 about you say "Scared Mission", we different
I slap this little bitch head spinnin'
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you just think that are, he Craig trippin'
Boy you not blazin' and not bangin' so stop
Cause that's mad lame, yo' plain, that's Roc Nation
Y'all got this nigga thinkin' he rank in the is live?
Well fine, take these bucks me Lord, I'm payin' tithes
But he
I ain't buyin' bro be with the strap
just flow for the culture
We know he be in the trap
if this was the main nigga to go see in the Yak
Then that's an easy lick for keys like Jodie with the smack
You just rap nigga, nothin' you say cap peeler
Far as hustlin', we know you ain't touchin' no traps
See I caught a charge for petty soft, thought it was minor but that's I learned that there's Big Trouble In Little China
niggas here be vagina
Tryin' to find a direction, but get some type of acceptance from niggas hood respected
Why you want a
Are you impressed the stories writing?
Do you know the between who reflect and who glorifying?
All your hustle lies and dumpin' iron, you lyin'
You ain't bust nothin', ain't move to bump and grindin'
I'm advising you to stick the squares
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 if we was beefin'
Then it ain't be no choppin' up slim, I'm pullin' up
Spittin' at Carter window, 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 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
That's how we
It's doom to these niggas hella fraud
Like word to Dr. Huxtable's closet, to (sweater) God
Or the hands that give him
him, hit him hard, vision lost
The still Dancing, just With The Stars
But y'all won't me credit for it cause he ain't tough like me
But fuck it, I bet this joint'll (joint account) like I trust wifey
Or I might just set a price, C-notes and you done
I money on Carter roof, I'm Nino 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 ain't gon' 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 drummin' and his Soul lay
'Who Dat' who raisin' JT Money? Ain't funny
Don't me show how fire shit gets
Always talkin' you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this
They say you talk that 100 round clip shit, I'm around this bitch
I'm old school you, you the style it sticks (Stylistics)
And we don't miss, I you fix my plate, right Smack?
Cause they been sleepin', it's I brought my state right 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 on ya team and you still feel like the ops?
Well he still get the
Fast death, the outer body experience gon' happen before his body drop
He to witness his death
And gon' be hard 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 two victims
put more at peace, with the foreign piece (peace) than Hinduism
I know that they told you, "You got this Ave", but believe the help
I done so many of y'all asses this year, I actually need the belt
And call 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 personal kill
But not for the usual purpose
You see these (CD's) sweepers and bags on Ave, it's not service
So when is breakout performance start?
does the Flu Game start?
It doesn't, you done turned into a brown shirt random in a 2K
I get the on Ave like his location drop
Drop the location I send him in a bag
So many it has his street roadblocked
Then I'm him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, them all for Ave
How is this even
it's not even close
Nothin' you original
Even a nigga takin' is somethin' we seen befo'
This is nothin' different, but still suited when I walk through Ave Jehovah Witness
I peel the
I lit up the
This bitch even get hit and he drop...like Building 7
I'm a wild child, I'm the reason for the on Ave like a Rothschild
But it's goin' from bad to worse, 'matics
When you see these street 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, bulldog bark with a sharp bite, bitch you to have it
I mean you had the battle booked and literally
This nigga 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 pavin' 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 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 bars
Got some respect! But you that too
See this 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 really gotta us you tough
niggas 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' as dumb as Dr. Omar did in that hotel room
you was on the phone doin' plenty mouthin'
At we thought
And then one ring he wasn't really 'bout (BAOW) it
Nigga it's over
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all know I the shit
Cause just like this nigga I stole the show, my