Luyện nghe bài hát JC vs. Ave

[Round 1:
So, bitch, we finally
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 niggas 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 goddamn Earth
Al Kapone shirts, I be at every time the Yak Man curse
But you put in
But see this is why I doubt the tho
Cause how you Vice Lord and a Muslim. you counterfeit bro
shit get real do one go out the window?
Say F the flag, that's I bet he should baz (Betty Shabazz), word to Malcolm widow
Bro, a hoe
And bein' able to flow ain't justify it
You talk guns, my niggas buy the to just to fire
I'm just to survive
Cause when we pack with cannons, '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 look at you different 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 his skills
he just claimed he would kill
I ain't up a single day in this field
He'll freeze up with me wavin' the steel
Nigga ain't 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 blow 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 On That Beat'
Boy beast
Still to raise the crime rate dawg
Once I get trap wit' them arms like my Shine
See like you, just play boss
I'm really wit' soldiers, get big
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 we gon' hunt 'til you truly stretched
So bitch you better yourself if you scared of that tooley wreck
Cause it won't be no cap you let (Capulet) me out Julie at (Juliet)
Or a option, mama Carter catch rounds poppin'
Now you mad she on to the [?] like Cal Watson
All her boy that thirsty, jottin' shit she ain't 'bout
So I can't this Vice Lord have 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
the money she gotta spend to get ya day in that church
But the preacher's fee is what's free, to give J the best verse
Oh it gets
See niggas get murked for to be heathens
But don't be an example evening
I know you want us to you ran them streets and in beef you be hammer squeezin'
Look, if J (Jay) peoples, you'll be Sigel, the man have reasons
See you 'Dope Man', the 'Things That U Do' with the bars?
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 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 off the shit that pricks tell me
Cause every time we turn, look up, the same angle 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 just hit up the
And have Chef handle problem like kitchen complaint
Cause money talks, and I told y'all a enough dollars
It leaves Smokey, Monday through Friday we dumb showers
So for Dead Presidents and a we'll bust cowards
So it ain't shit to detect if (Detective) tryin' to Rush Hours (rush ours)
Cause we in the field
And I rob [?]
So me havin' to somethin' been a drill (Benadryl) but you ain't trill enough to trap where you live
Bitch stop it, I bet I could make in the Yak ('gnac), I'm Hpnotiq
It's
Most of these we cross is clowns
And I know it's only rap when he yap he sparkin' rounds
But I to off him now
So talk me down, I wanna hit this bitch but Gotti cool, that's Coffee Brown
But for now, I tied the bag that his head in
And they told 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 Mackk

Okay, now y'all ready?
I still remember the first you held your iron low like you was anemic
From on, you remained the coolest
As legendary as Nintendo, you shook the game...and blew it
we had to hear about that 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 mean they the line
What
This was a place you was most welcomed at
And now you near a welcome mat
You know a bluff
Still (steal), the toaster will
One shot, him up
Casket? Closing and
Six pallbearers, you better hope they loyal as
when we pu-
Just pray the same niggas holdin' you down 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 even attend your like you John McCain
gettin' sad
They remember Ave, he gettin' dragged
The game is fake, The Snake
But when pen (serpent) in the ring, I'm in my bag
And gettin' bad!
Cause nothin' 'bout this pen lazy, but the fifth game crazy
One shot, sir'll get (surrogate) carried, like he Kim K.
Pay attention, it's you can do that would be enough to even up
All you niggas death in the hood
But when Death in the hood chasin' that's the Reaper comin'
You up, so vest up
Cause I chose the but I'm ridin' by myself, that's like a Tesla
It's important you me
But how you 40 an O.G.?
See, this is the reason the Cave crowded just a
I bet you when you 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 got a kick like 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 been told niggas I was ahead of him
And this is proof, you are as out of place as P in the NBA
But still, the (mil' will) shoot
liftin' guys
Whoever you phone for help, do that shit ahead of time
'Cause when we come to the whole house, even the signal dies
Bitch, I like to kill and everybody's for a reason
squeezin'
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 you was on top and now you can't get a win
You 'bout as valuable as a ticket
And me? Well I'm that
Just admit you stop the nigga, and he can't go away
I mean you and your old age, I don't know what's gon' bring back problems quicker
But me, it gotta 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 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, 'cause it's only 1

[Round 2:
the part where I show we not the same, bredren
So either you blessings
Or Florida's gon' for your death...you James Evans
All that flexin'? And about drawin' I'm second guessin'
You'se a square gets 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 made of, it, who you wettin'?
We was young niggas squeezin' toolies
So somethin' felt good by 20: that's word to Fettuccine and Shooney
Now who can prove he know a thing a shell? Or the bullet?
A taco, at least a (Lisa) Turtle, but not By The Bell
They wreck in the trenches
You lose your life, that's cause you for it, Vice (advice), like a second opinion
Nigga, we recklessness
Nigga, he ain't stretchin'
Old commercial-ass nigga, how y'all believe threats this?
Yeah I said it
I'm guessin' he catch the drift 'til I send texts (TECs)
Now back after these messages
Man, I'll get at this bitch, just to suppress all the
I'm goin' through somethin', and it feel I ain't catchin' no blessings
And heavy only ruins it, that's why I cut back
But y'all give me mo' Yak ('gnac)? Smack these niggas bad influences
Why y'all this to this nigga?
You we gutta
Oh y'all tryin' to see him hype, right? Tryin' to promote he
his N.O.M.E. battle, but it don't matter, ya homie's a sucker
Reachin' for that champagne, but it got you like brother
Man fucker could've peeled and been gone
And I'd have still had Roc(k) on this bitch's neck like you Wilma
Nah, yet, the whole Cave
Even the bro will snap on niggas tryin' to cross Ave wrong, that's road rage
You let him know, Ace
A war with us got
Especially since we order some more of top Rugers
Oh, you don't '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 everywhere, dumbass
fuck wit' Ave
That's 'cause everywhere I go I ain't 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 it's not for the
So if you scared, don't try to leave and play street
niggas die before they reachin' they peak
And you don't want your pops hurt grievin', awake and sleep
the game took his son, now he feel like Tyrese in Waist Deep
See, I want you to be you, Ju'
And you not a murderer
You be loved, get you a boo Ju'
is what you'd rather be on?
Then, young fella, keep
Or fuck wit' the music, porn
See the route you want, you done on
Niggas through it, holmes
We hood - bitch, I still drink the juice when the noodles gone
I hit the trap, run through the
My burnin'
I had breakdown plays that was better than Chris
Y'all niggas too on that petty gwap
As far as Pontiac, I'll X this guy (Alexis Skyy): Fetty Wap
I get respect on every
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 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 King: see that Scar much clearer
On the for reala, none of y'all put fear here and let's get that real clear
Can't hide how you feel, we were scrappin' too
Just let me when the match is through
I guarantee niggas get the smooth the mattress new
But as for You claim we got beef? Bring it
Just know I'm fuckin' up everything with ease, more than Jacquees
So keep 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 is to get the wifey and ya kids extra safe
Shit, ya better skate
Even if you call the pigs the police (Pulice) will no show, no you like 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 away the whole
Like your with Shine
And that pair will shoot parachute, it'll do more than you
Like Faceoff with Shine
The last time they saw was with his arms crossed...like yo' Faceoff with Sh-
Matter of fact, just make this simple and plain
I grab this, they won't his name
He'll be past tense, literally go from Ave to Lane
First, they gon' remember the then they gon' reminisce over Remington shots
And not gon' phase me
I had plenty brushes wit' it
How you think shit got so
I shook the
Might've added new seasonin' but I cook the
Still mixed with that stainless
So if you niggas can't the heat
It's natural to look for
I mean you trash cause you
I'm mad they picked you
Rage to come after I'ma definitely put up my average against you
I'm actually glad you the battle
I hate that duck and I hate divas
And you either
Glad you lose sleep preparin' for me, you won't have to wait neither
The fo' him
I'll even get the baby like the Pope like him
And put a hit out, you'll know who was behind it, I be ghostwritin'
No more makin' threats
Smack saw you as a he had you facin' the best
But is what laid you to rest
They saw that profit was bluffin' and you 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"; Silkk the
You can tell he trash, it's exactly why I'm compelled to
I brought the test but I grade
Even if he fail he
A Stokes dance angle?
You a bar
Trip, trip, trip, after all these years I y'all hate the shit
It's shit
But y'all wanna how I knew he would still take the shit?
he steal (still) takin' shit
But time, it get real real
The shot come from the Yak, so if I don't do it Will will
Did I stutter
Yeah, well either way he get still
And it's plenty
These your typical rounds 'bout lettin' semi's flair
These bitches better VR
When they in your you can end up anywhere
Nigga, Champion Of The
I see a whole of niggas on it
I kill cause I like to write history usin' my opponents
We not the same
I don't need off the same belt that he chase
Shit, I even whipped Eric with the belt that he made
And when you finally made it to the big stage and absorbing the glow
It was like Shaq off the dribble, the over was slow
I should you lead next
Or you can quit and act ya age, your new best bet
This nigga got kids old as was in U.F.F
Not to mention, you got half course sweepstakes, halftime in your rounds
See this is the reason of them punches last wit' me
My accuracy, John Booth from the balcony
you have it
Before I play 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 takin' bars these people can't rejoice
And that accuracy just proves what I'm
I load the shell, case and point
You part of one of the movements
But provin' that you belong? You hardly do it
So this time it's gonna take a lot of bars to it
Just don't take a lot of bars to it
2

[Round 3:
I've earned my respect
But this new 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 'bout
But now if you don't do shit with a bunch of this they swear you won in the
here children, y'all know 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 The Yard
hold on, hold on, cause this is not that crowd
You heard them titles and started feelin' Michael right goddamn now
But nah he palm the strap and say it tough we fallin' back
Well bitch I'll never fold, I'm as fuck at the laundromat
So calm your raps, we know for a fact you ain't spittin'
Everything about you say "Scared Mission", we bread
I should slap this little bitch head
And your dogs (dawgs) won't be sayin' shit, you just think that they are, he trippin'
Boy you not blazin' and not bangin' so fakin'
Cause mad lame, yo' flag plain, that's Roc Nation
Y'all got nigga thinkin' he rank in the gang is live?
Well fine, take bucks from me Lord, I'm payin' tithes
But he
I ain't buyin' that bro be with the
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 that's an easy lick for keys like Jodie 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 a charge for petty soft, thought it was minor but that's when I learned that there's Big Trouble In Little China
These niggas here be
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 know the between who reflect and who glorifying?
All hustle lies and dumpin' iron, you fuckin' lyin'
You ain't bust nothin', ain't move to bump and grindin'
I'm you to stick with 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 witchu, believe me
I'm just talkin' now cause shit'll be different if we was
Then it ain't gon' be no choppin' up slim, I'm up
Spittin' at window, take the lock off the gym, I'm one of them
Nigga who the beef to y'all dudes
That's I don't speak I just move, only me and my tool
I catch him slippin', as he in my view he's screamin' "I got a son."
Well look what you've done, BAOW he ain't got you
That's how we
It's doom to these niggas hella fraud
Like word to Dr. closet, swear to (sweater) God
Or the hands that give him
Damage him, hit him hard, lost
The nigga's still Dancing, just With The
But won't give me credit for it cause he ain't tough like me
But fuck it, I bet this joint'll count (joint account) 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
Yeah he say all these things, but I'm on point in
That's DJ
See all means is revolvers is near 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 on the sticks, my controllers was dyin'
So you can play street dummy, but when that K keep and his Soul lay
'Who who raisin' JT Money? Ain't nothin' funny
Don't me show how fire shit gets
Always talkin' you dumpin' pounds, man who allows this
They say you that 100 round clip shit, cause I'm around 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 sleepin', it's 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 with so many on ya team and you still feel like the ops?
Well he get the shot
Fast death, the body experience gon' happen before his real body drop
He here to his death
And it's be hard to forget and nobody exempt
They say he punch like Creed, not Apollo, G (apology), just a sorry attempt
rip through niggas, I'll split two victims
I'll put more at peace, the foreign piece (peace) than Hinduism
I know that they told you, "You got this Ave", but don't believe the
I done whooped so many of y'all asses year, I actually need the belt
And call you "The DVD Man"
I took one look at that and figured, "probably"
And from 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 usual
You see these (CD's) sweepers and bags on Ave, it's not community
So when is your breakout start?
does the Flu Game start?
It doesn't, you done turned into a brown random in a 2K park
I get the pinpoint on Ave like his drop
Drop the location then I him in a bag
So many cars it has his roadblocked
Then I'm him (synonym) for Ave
See, street, roadblock, them all for Ave
How is even though?
Oddly it's not even
Nothin' about you
Even a nigga takin' bars is somethin' we seen
This is nothin' different, but suited when I walk through Ave like Jehovah Witness
I peel the
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 like a
But it's goin' from bad to worse, burst
When you see these street sweepers on Ave we 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 the static, bulldog bark with a sharp bite, bitch you need to have it
I mean you had the battle booked and literally
This nigga really think he
Now I got news, it's gruesome
The clip him or the Shotgun leave him hangin', Jimmie Newsome
This will not be debatable, you can do to make this close
You Ave to the followers, the next ups, not the niggas pavin' roads
I don't ask for
You old as the with 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 these third rounds I usually stop
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 hopeless
Really thought he was gon' be validated by his third body and I in like Irv Gotti, overruled (over Rule'd)
You don't really gotta show us you
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. did in that hotel room
Remember you was on the phone doin' plenty
At we thought
And then one ring showed he wasn't really (BAOW) it
Nigga it's wit'
Overdose from the dopest pen and y'all know I wrote the
Cause just like this I stole the show, my condolenses