Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Gotti]
you'se a bitch!
And I'm here to prove that in front of all vouch you
Get in here tonight, and I'ma Smack the Volume out you
Nigga get tough and show 'em you a pup clown
over the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust down
Nigga touch down, that's what we holla the pack land
Gauge wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun nigga down
(For what?)
Cause he a man
He get the back
Knife him up, he gon' need closure
Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" like the scene
I battled the top pen, when niggas swore it was danger
I put JC back in the box since he was born in a manger
Nigga Tech-9 got 30'd, Suge got a check
I went to war with Top and Nitty, two niggas you ain't fought yet
I had tougher competition, if we talkin' 'bout matches Ward
Aye I (A.I.) didn't show up but, what we 'bout? Practice?
This an actress
And he ain't never faced this of pressure
I don't even think Shine real he a diamond tester
Iron stretcher, dawg gon' find K laid out with his open
Coroner showed up, we like, "What y'all on? Y'all already know K's slogan."
You I'm locin'
I'll a "C" in his face, open his mug, now we can see in his face
He a
Tryin' to convince y'all that not soft
Get his knocked off
Show me your flag if you want, you gettin' dawg
I'll leave you and your rag wet up, now a wash cloth
I'll watch dawg, 50 shots, extended Glocks, that's how a boss get
The Dot's found all the still in his body like, "Damn. I guess he never really lost a round."
toss the pound
It's a throwaway pistol, you just had a battle with
I'll you battle the blade
You fuck wit' me, get cut swiftly
Think how he went from Millz (mills) to a buck 50
This silly
The A.R. have that look on his face torn off
Next time he up the X, you'll be in the casket with your arms crossed
a body, after this, niggas won't hear from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' Champion of the year money
Listen here
All that clique shit in rap
I ain't it cuz (cause)
You niggas was fightin' over Twork like it was only one in the club
I'm the snub, finna terrorize you
Two shot, get one sent in his mouth, he tryin' to pass the
"Another six foot-" oh them the y'all was waitin' on?
BAOW! Lower his casket so he can be six foot like the you be hatin' on
on the set
Do you niggas believe in a parallel- man word to Danny, I do nigga the .9 spittin' crazy
He died at night but his fam' in mourning (morning) like it's a time difference
My mind different, every battle this almost rumble
And that's why y'all think cuz wit' the
He be ballin' up his fist and at his lip
Every battle he to fight, at 16 I was fightin' an attempt
Nigga true story, can't tell me how I ain't shoot
Detectives question me murder (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I know Mook."
Bro you, gon' have to tonight just ain't yo' night
You finna to bite this L the same way you was bitin' [?]
This nigga Shine said, "Oh y'all got me up. Thinkin' I was all bark but no bite."
BAOW! see you attempt to fight for yo' life
chopper in my hands
My K vs this K, let's see who's rounds hit
Nigga I'm a sparker, had the knife in the cut
I could've stabbed him, instead I let the .40 care of this little bitch, a sugar daddy
The .9 extended, it's as a musket
Just sayin' this bitch came a dick like them trannies you fucked wit'
You'se a fruit cake, pictures with duck lip
The reason why the shit on your lip ain't healed cause you
Man
press play on this faggot
I'm sprayin' the ratchet, he try to run and I'ma hit back like, I can't hear what you sayin' it's
And I ain't rappin', nigga this me everyday
I actin' cuz
Crime was payin' me, way Smack and them was
Street nigga, came up robbin' from plugs
Yeah I appreciate this good shit rap shit does
But think Twork, I can always go back to jackin' (Jakk and Drugz)
And when it's

[Round 1:
I yo!
Arm up on the champ like hit the old steps
If I don't win, I wet Champion and the winner (in the winter) 'til they get sweats
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the whole
Nigga had the gas on both sides a road test
You heard "K-Shine ain't a round", you were so stressed
He even started helpin' Millz prep a coat check
The of you
"I let you get this cuz, that's on the whole set."
Nigga I tryin' to take your turn, you get to go next
You heard three rounds of Millz and told nigga he was ready
you'se a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I a cat on his back like Puma kicks
You would get band aids and a mask like The Lunatics
Do shit
Block drills, they out, "Move the kids!"
I even a teen (nicotine) in the hand, let's see who can (hookah) stick
of that hookah shit, I got somethin' special for you Loc
I'm in the vapors now, I'm finna get all you
"Rest in to the cuz" will be all you post
Feelin' froggy then somethin' and fly until all you croak
Boy, I am 'bout to do mother's son bad
Like always feedin' the one last
F and left back like he on task
for anybody wit' him, you see another gun blast
Pound on the side of mug like #1 Dad
Louie slugger, I go to bat for him mom dukes
Make him have a seat the arms like a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' niggas you don't even know a carpool
Bird off his roof Alonzo with the Piru's
Serial on the gun, I scratch it off, I just slide through
push the label under Gotti like Ja Rule
I'm him, I let him fly down like the zipper stuck
Watch this dickhead turn into a pussy, Nip &
Knife, I could've punctured his
But the fifth is tucked, so it's either your cover get or the jig is up
I'm in Bompton, Gotti at?

Ain't no

I'm in like, "Where Gotti at?"
Shotty strapped, point between the like a Pontiac
Will he give everybody a (awake) like insomniacs?
Well depend on the pill (peel); hypochondriac
Strap under his chin, point at the top, a party hat
His girl like, "Stop, don't y'all start that."
Shut up, caught him (quarter) with the like a laundry mat
Hollow's Drake, like a Mike Zombie track
him five rounds from 80, Party Arty back
Boy this 'bout to be than stealin' from a nigga, then ask for a solid
I'm talkin' like, the doctor see the wounds and they ask for deposits
I'm talkin' crazy like, the hole wide enough, I can the strap in his noggin'
Makin' his roof is past the (pastor) [?], 'Trapped In The Closet'
I had to gossip the knife, it's been a minute since we chopped it up
But me and the Ruger clip, both outs, school was not for us
Three strikes movement, get robbed in an alley a chopper up
Fuck ya lil' C's (Lil' Cease), shoot ya seed if ya Junior Mafia
My crew's up
[?] wit' a inf', leavin' y'all wit' a
I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' wit' ya
all get credit for this hit
You know it's 'Hard Out Here For A
Lay it down before I raise a pound like a
Twins and a pair will shoot (parachute) like a
I'm in your neighborhood wit' a semi, a drive-by
What up Crippy? I get to clockin' 60's GrindTime
Headshot, put your pupils on the blindside
Stomach in knots, the definition of some mob ties
Pupils? Stomach? Y'all
But ain't lookin' through the guidelines
This the mafia I'm settin' up an (organ eyes) crime
kiss yo' ass goodbye
Pucker up, 12 clip, I put a foot down, enough's enough
You even see me runnin' up
Snuck him like a punch
Big on an arm swingin' do the Humpty Hump
That's a two shot, 2Pac, get ya shot
Oowop, him up
NWX, of you niggas suck
1-0 nigga, zip him up!

[Round 2: Geechi
Shut all that bullshit up. All y'all fucked up for even that shit right there man. Nigga rappin' some real elementary shit

But look, I'm Champion Of The Year let me you why
Cause if I get the money I'ma go right back to the hood my peeps and shit
If he win the money these niggas all helped him write it so they gotta split it two a piece and shit
Yeah, so don't y'all cheer for that
Nigga sleep this bitch
You see the blood leakin' out
The doc's runnin' out of time, I'm at him
But all I think is lookin' at one of his cause I just see DNA comin' out of Shine
What you niggas right
Y'all be sittin' on the sharin' ideas like it's therapy
Judgin' off his battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause that was Eric B."
There's niggas of me
shit you do be wack
I can't call it rap
You say simple shit, that if I said it, these fuck wouldn't even react
You be like, "I'll get something stuck in his head. a tumor
talkin', he say/she say, that's a rumor
Two .5's lift him to hallelujah."
And you be standin' lookin' stupid like, "That's my junior."
Nigga you'se a
cuz dyin'
You went from the to the X
been tradin' Shine like a blood diamond
Nigga speakin' of Blood, nigga is you from?
Y'all see how dude stutterin' that's he fake Blood he food coloring
I'm a
that on my mama I'ma shoot you
I don't wanna hear no Blood call, it neutral
I ain't sayin' but BAOW!
I'd let the coroner soowoop you
You gon' who?
I got the that'll bang at his friend
It ain't a headshot I'm aimin' at a brim
Is this some gang Or some rap shit?
Three shots make a brim disappear
a hat trick, I'm that sick
I'll catch you wit' ya and this shit serious
When she see in a box, it ain't her period
Catch you at BM house and get poppin'
Left Blood leakin' in her pad, the bitch spottin'
Bitch it
Yo' gang bangin' ain't mine
Stop it
My hood got history, all OG beef, I inherited it
Think surrogates, though it ain't mines, I'ma carry it
I hearin' it
Niggas wanna talk all this gang shit when they don't know the culture
These niggas only bangin' on pics like a Jordan
a holster
Straps fully auto with the
You can get killed for mistakin' the sound like white sayin' "Monica"
I'm of cuz
Talkin' tough, 'til I up with the clips and let it spray through
I could've just slapped Shine but for all that spice, I'm K too (K2)
I used to dope by a staircase
I start jackin'
Niggas thought it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em with bare (Bear)
Nigga face the facts, you from a well snitch city and you proud of that
from yo' city, as long as they got money, they can tell
And will honor that
Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we'd have them boys
I guess y'all code was that Chuck E. Cheese
(What the fuck mean?)
As as that nigga can be a rat, as long as they got some coins
But I would've shot-
Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as long as they got coins
I would've shot boys
I got a bald head for the head nigga in ya clique
Watch the bullets smash his
Will he I don't know?
Doctor like a weather man, they predict a low chance for Rain
Cuz is gon' get you shot, nigga be stupid
If this ya homie, you better tell him to stand there and rap
Don't get emotional when he he losin'
If he do, I'm assume that you told cuz, do it on my Power shit
Rain'll (Raina'll) get killed from how the bro was
Oh boomin'
I'll have an Eagle in ya face cause I ain't surprises
Got him at the Desert so long he think he seein' mirages
You'se a fag, type that to be in the closet
I heard about y'all 2 on 2's, always get the back end, he let DNA keep the deposits
It's 2018, yeah nigga, who you beatin' with them '88
AK, the made me hate .9's
This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I found out the baby mines
a hate crime
Talkin' 'bout you give me $9,000
That was son tried to tease me 'bout
But you shot a video called Crib' at Beasley house
Who the clout?
Talkin' you only use the kitchen
That's cause when you the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You bitchin'
bathed you and burped you
Give you allowances, gave you a curfew
These niggas you
You they baby K, you was they killer then realized you gettin' killed, oh you crazy K
The .80
Dead slippin' the gun where the hit is
Backslide like, "Damn, I you was done with this shit."
And when real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
yo' turn, see if you can make niggas believe them damn lies

[Round 2:
all facts!
Machete in his
Take out the lil' knife, don't let the stay like a telly wit' a hoe
Oh you it's a game?
I'm on the celly wit' the bro
In Bay Area, ready to make a hit with 'Tell Me When To Go'
Knock it over, or every hour on the hour, they'll be changin' all your balls
Checkin' on your respirators, sure your socks is on
bed, jacked up in the air like they dropped the call
I'm in the other window, Tommy on the stairs like I
BLAAAT!
That shit makin' statements
But you Bloody when I blew (blue), we finna trade places
More to clap
Caught a rapper SMACK, Shea Davis
The code: Askin' for
(What mean?)
He ain't it
They playin', they don't see me on my grind
JayBlac like easy, we want you speedin' through your rounds
all the fuckin' hype about
Nigga this is versus Shine
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? I can beat him with a .9"
Eagle on my side, waitin' for the good
Mask and goggles, I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, they show when I'm takin' off tops
I spill the beans anybody reppin' Neighborhood, Watch
I'm not
Put the mop back in the closet, I did the
Nah, turn that old K-Shine, give 'em more
Headshot, he ran off the collar, get ya
It's pour
I keep pushin' the button, I missed the
I let your son see you rocked, miss your core
They a half moon by the star; Singapore
I 'em sure
This mark is here (hair) twisted, he
Bae get the texts (TECs) five minutes, I'm insecure
Let me you in your G ride tryin' to spin past
Quick
in cracker grill; Riff Raff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss
Cause all it takes is one .50 to push Gotti whole back
He get the to the gut and a quick jab
He gettin' two different of socks, this a mismatch
Tell the homie sit
I took his strap, I his knife, I took his gat
I took his Nina, I his MAC
Now everything's on me, I'm back
the smack, bro you thought you was...tryin' to show you Buddy Love
So you can get somebody Nutty, Professor
Tool in the sweater, I'm 'bout cuz
The choppers out the grandma in the hot tub
Glock, snub or the semi the drum out
on her first date, this shit will take a clump (Klump) out
Professor squeezin' in the whip like the finna run out
Nigga it's been when I did drills and I wasn't hittin' nothin'
When you a shooter, you can tell the off day, the first time you a button
There's times I aim for a noggin', and heard I pushed a nigga gut in
Like, "How I do Fuck it
He can on an empty stomach."
I back, put down the strap, got to cuttin'
Mid sentence, he caught a in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption)
I done did niggas Superbad, I'm talkin' ID's for organs;
First of the day, the cig' (Sig') bustin'
It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a nigga
But soon as holler they spirits
evening
Double barrel, like a carol, 'tis the season
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
Gotti can you a secret
I love my new gun
He
He send a text (TECs) under the table, I'm in a
Headshot, I put his eyeballs by the teeth
He be a vegetable, oh watch what you eatin', that vegan
Nigga, we can put the down
Forget the
it, we can shake on it, I'm in agreement
He fucked up as soon as they (day) off, this the weekend
My crew on the first, proof in the work, this will a nigga cheek in
Nigga- you know what?
Go man. Go 'head man

[Round 3: Gotti]
shit fucked up man
But I can see it now all clearer
Most these niggas wanna lift you up, 'til the forced to be your Pallbearer
Did hear him?
Actin' like his crew do
Then how come my niggas in the system like the new Jumanji?
My patna had a baby, he said his daughter changed his full throttle
First words she learned, was how to ask for a
nigga dead now
Man, when the good die, those be the worst
The last words he heard was "bah bah", sounds just like his first ones
I'm one of the realest niggas in shit!
I that stripe
My patna got an L they charged him with another body, yeah I said that right
Cuz never comin' home, but somehow he got a second chance at life
You understand my
So much anger inside, it's hard for me to
I had a job all I did was rob the
Closest I came to a case was a speedy trial
streets is wild
That's somethin' I gotta my child
You the reason why they hate us
I'm a hood where the wrong word will get your face stuck in school
Teacher at me said, "I don't see nothin' Special."
That's I had the .38 tucked
You a fake
Claimin' my lifestyle, man shit unusual
Realized I was married to the street life cause every time I walked a aisle, it was a funeral
This shit
I fiends who be smokin' until they lungs sore
I'm in the spot like this can't be life, I know much more
Junky knockin' on the front door
Nigga, I done seen four heads on the same rock like Mt.
what's war? When ever since a kid I've been duckin' shots
The rule was, "Don't run, nigga get down."
Man I was six the first time I realized you ain't gotta spar just to a round
This now
My just lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had tears in her eyes
That pain cost her smile
She said, "Gotti you never understand until you lost a child."
She spent all her buyin' him a lawyer, judge still gave him an L
Bet she wished she bought him a vowel
Nigga I was lost, but now I'm
Now I keep the bag (Moneybagg) wit' me like I'm Yo Gotti
I still shoot a after he dead, cause I don't trust nobody (no body)
You niggas hear me rap, y'all don't really Gotti
talk no gang shit to me, homie you ain't did enough
The Feds, hit [?] wit' the oowhop when hit him up
You can see the staples under his shirt, that's if he it up
I'm just you, you them niggas had to literally zip him up
what?!
We rep the until our last breath is gone
We even put the hood on the tool, our definition of set in (and) stone
The weapon
Out the window and I Hawk him
If the pigs any shell in this whip
Cuz I would've wish I would've lost them
My was 15 when he took his time
He made a mistake
I said, "Lil dawg, use your to change your life and sharpen your tool."
That lil' nigga made him a
He ain't never even been out wit' a bitch, we trippin'
Least the judge gave him a
Nigga you gon' say?
I to A. Ward?
Ain't no niggas believe nothin' that fraud say
Cause he believe God the only with the power to give life
Tell Him to explain how come that keep givin' my niggas all day
And gay
Cause all of a sudden he a gang banger and y'all him
Check his old battles, we see none of that Blood shit comin' out
He must've been bleedin'
Don't me a reason, these niggas wanna be me
I'm the streets G
On a mission the first rule we learned was to leave the phone like E.T
Man, niggas couldn't beat me
But anyway man, you it is man, Mafia
Man, and when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they
Yo turn, see if you can make niggas them lies
time

[Round 3:
Man, this nigga said he got shot by at a party
Then the very next week he he took his pussy ass back to the party
If a nigga would've me by accident at a party
The news reporter would've been like, "There's entirely too many at this party."
Niggas would've bouncin' wit' the bounces
Runnin' like a
Breakin' with the dancers, I would've cuttin' like the DJ
Niggas in the section like, "He up my B-day!"
Beans on the record like an album dropped with
Only way I would've went to the party Bae
Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the club 'Pass The Courvoisier'
But everyday you out puttin' shells in your clip
Lookin' at all these Hammer crimes with guys
But they the only ones gettin' nailed for the
This why I know you lyin', and you sellings a jip
in every story, I'm sick and tired of it all these Tales From The Crypt (Crip)
Nigga, gangstas move in silence, and you
Talkin' 'bout other life and then glorify it
The shit I do be so crazy...I gotta do the same exact thing to any nigga talk about it
What we talkin' 'bout
Nigga I been real birth
{Pew, bow, blat blat} Gun gestures everything in the playpen
At 16 I had my first crack
By 17 I was caged in, 20 off of hard
Mama ain't approve, wouldn't even let me pay
They offered me a nickle off some dimes and some for the nickle
I said, "This shit don't sense (cents)."
Nigga I stuck battle rap for my kids
So before I let the .8 I think, "If I raise this gun who gon' raise them?"
For that, I been kill y'all niggas all
My second half, gotta pay 10
So Gotti can't none of that Mafia shit to made men
Now the contradiction
For one grand, the gun BAOW a Drumline
One band, one
He in the hospital, one dead, one
with the deuce, Lui Kang, Kung Lao
Nigga cool down or lay here (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush Hours (ours), push the goddamn button;
I'm talkin' every little loaded in the tool now
If you like the rules under this roof then move out
I could give a hoot 'bout, ya mob Crippin'
I'll have red flags wherever your Menace
Push the wrong bus like in Menace
Get it your thick skull until you comprehensive
spinin'
Nah, this time I him
He get a out the situation, mind ya business
I the biscuit, heat seeking until I find a victim
And take the sensors off, this non
This kinda distance, will turn an H3 to a Honda
The fact of the was gettin' at him; Quantum Physics
He the low cuts and the air bubble; Lebron Olympics
Then rain there (reindeer) in the ear;
My mind is twisted, light bulb in the ceilin', I'm up
Ya plus, I get to bookin' (book in) slime; Goosebumps
Tool tuck, arm extended "Move up"
Comin' to kill, one in the mil' true love
that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya shot wit' an oowop, pick him up
NWX, the rest of these niggas
And the is here nigga, Zip 'Em Up!