Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

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

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

Ain't no

I'm in Bompton like, "Where at?"
Shotty strapped, point between the like a Pontiac
he give everybody a wake (awake) like insomniacs?
Well that on the pill (peel); hypochondriac
Strap his chin, point at the top, like a party hat
His girl like, "Stop, y'all start with that."
up, caught him (quarter) with the machine like a laundry mat
Hollow's into Drake, like a Mike Zombie
Give him rounds from 80, Party Arty back
Boy this 'bout to be crazier than stealin' from a nigga, then ask for a
I'm talkin' crazy like, the 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' sure his roof is past the (pastor) [?], 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 movement, get robbed in an alley with a chopper up
ya lil' C's (Lil' Cease), I'll shoot ya seed if ya Junior Mafia
My squadin' up
[?] a inf', leavin' y'all wit' a stench
I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' wit' ya
They all get credit for hit
You know it's 'Hard Out For A Pimp'
Lay it before I raise a pound like a hi-5
Twins and a pair shoot (parachute) like a skydive
I'm in your wit' a semi, this a drive-by
up Crippy? I get to clockin' 60's like GrindTime
Headshot, that'll put your on the blindside
Stomach in knots, that's the definition of some mob
Stomach? Y'all owin'
But ain't lookin' through the guidelines
This the mafia I'm settin' up an organized (organ eyes)
Nigga kiss yo' ass
Pucker up, 12 clip, I put a foot down, enough's enough
You ain't see me runnin' up
him like a sucker punch
Big nose on an arm do the Humpty Hump
a two shot, 2Pac, get ya crew shot
Oowop, him up
NWX, of you niggas suck
1-0 nigga, zip him up!

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

But look, I'm Of The Year let me tell 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 all helped him write it so they gotta split it two grands a piece and shit
Yeah, so don't y'all wanna cheer for
Nigga sleep this bitch
You see the blood out him?
The doc's out of time, I'm lookin' at him
But all I think is lookin' at one of his battles cause I just see DNA out of Shine
What you niggas together?
be sittin' on the couch sharin' ideas like it's therapy
Judgin' off his battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause that was Eric B."
niggas scared of me
That shit you do be
I even call it rap
You say simple shit, that if I it, these fuck boys 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 him to God; hallelujah."
And you be standin' lookin' stupid like, "That's my junior."
Nigga you'se a
Today cuz
You went from the to the X
been tradin' Shine like a blood diamond
Nigga speakin' of Blood, nigga where is you
see how dude stutterin' that's cause he fake Blood he food coloring
I'm a
Disrespect that on my mama I'ma you
I don't wanna no Blood call, keep it neutral
I ain't sayin' but BAOW!
I'd let the coroner soowoop you
You shoot who?
I got the heat that'll bang at his
It a headshot cause I'm aimin' at a brim
Is some gang shit? Or some rap shit?
Three will make a brim disappear
This a hat trick, I'm sick
I'll catch you wit' ya bitch and this serious
she see Blood in a box, it ain't her period
Catch you at BM house and get poppin'
Left lil' Blood leakin' in her pad, the bitch
Bitch it
Yo' gang bangin' like mine
Stop it
My got history, all that OG beef, I inherited it
Think surrogates, even though it ain't mines, carry it
I ain't it
Niggas wanna talk all this gang shit they don't even know the culture
These niggas only bangin' on pics like a Jordan
a holster
Straps auto with the silencer
You can get killed for mistakin' the sound white people sayin' "Monica"
I'm of cuz
Talkin' tough, 'til I show up the clips and let it spray through
I just slapped Shine but for all that spice, I'm smokin' K too (K2)
I used to sell by a staircase
Then I start
Niggas it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em with bare (Bear) face
Nigga face the facts, you from a well known snitch city and you proud of
Niggas from yo' city, as long as they got money, they can
And y'all honor that
Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we'd have shot them
I guess code word was that Chuck E. Cheese
(What the fuck mean?)
As long as that nigga can be a rat, as long as they got coins
But look I would've
Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as long as they got some
I shot them boys
I got a bald for the bald head nigga in ya clique
Watch the bullets his brain
Will he survive? I know?
Doctor soundin' like a man, they predict a low chance for Rain
Cuz is gon' get you shot, nigga be stupid
If this ya lil' homie, you better tell him to there and rap
Don't get emotional when he he losin'
If he do, I'm gonna assume 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 in ya face cause I ain't into surprises
Got him starin' at the so long he think he seein' mirages
You'se a fag, type that need to be in the
I heard y'all 2 on 2's, Shine always get the back end, he let DNA keep the deposits
It's 2018, yeah nigga, who you beatin' with '88 lines
AK, the chopper made me .9's
This bitch will get dumped over DNA I found out the baby ain't mines
This a crime
Talkin' 'bout you give me $9,000
That was somethin' son tried to tease me
But you shot a called 'New Crib' at Beasley house
Who needs the
'bout you only use the kitchen
That's cause when you spend the night, he got you doin' the
You bitchin'
bathed you and burped you
Give you allowances, gave you a curfew
niggas birthed you
You they baby K, you was they killer then realized you gettin' killed, oh you crazy K
The .80
Dead from the gun where the hit is
Backslide like, "Damn, I thought you was with this shit."
And it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
It's yo' turn, see if you can make niggas believe them damn

[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 think a game?
I'm on the celly wit' the bro
In Bay Area, ready to make a hit E-40 'Tell Me When To Go'
Knock it over, or every hour on the hour, be changin' all your cotton balls
Checkin' on your respirators, makin' sure socks is on
Hospital bed, jacked up in the air like dropped the call
I'm in the other window, on the stairs like I drawers
BLAAAT!
shit makin' gang statements
But you Bloody when I (blue), nigga we finna trade places
More to actually
Caught a rapper SMACK, Shea Davis
The code: for work
(What mean?)
He make it
They playin', like they see me on my grind
JayBlac like easy, we don't want you speedin' through rounds
What's all the hype about
Nigga this is Geechi versus
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? I can beat him with a .9"
on my side, waitin' for the good flop
Mask and goggles, I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, they show when I'm takin' off tops
I spill the outta anybody reppin' Neighborhood, Watch
I'm not
Put the mop in the closet, I did the chores
Nah, turn into that old K-Shine, give 'em
Headshot, he ran off the collar, get ya
finna pour
I pushin' the button, I missed the floor
I let your son see you rocked, miss your core
They took a half moon by the Singapore
I make 'em
This mark is here (hair) twisted, he
Bae get the texts (TECs) every minutes, I'm insecure
Let me catch you in your G tryin' to spin past
flash
Point in cracker grill; Riff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss
Cause all it takes is one .50 to push Gotti whole shit
He get the uppercut to the gut and a jab
He gettin' two different type of socks, this a
the homie sit back
I took his strap, I his knife, I took his gat
I his Nina, I took his MAC
Now everything's on me, I'm givin'
This the smack, bro you you was...tryin' to show you Buddy Love
So you can get reppin' Nutty, Professor
in the sweater, I'm 'bout drop cuz
The choppers out like the in the hot tub
Glock, or the semi with the drum out
Denise on her first date, this shit will take a (Klump) out
Professor squeezin' in the whip the potion finna run out
Nigga it's been days when I did drills and I hittin' nothin'
When you a shooter, you can the off day, the first time you feel a button
There's been I aim for a noggin', and heard I pushed a nigga gut in
Like, "How I do Fuck it
He can think on an 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 Newport of the day, the cig' (Sig')
It's a reason, I it on the low, a nigga creepin'
But soon as they they spirits
Christmas
Double barrel, sing like a carol, 'tis the
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
can you keep a secret
I my new gun connect
He
He send a text (TECs) the table, I'm in a meeting
Headshot, I put his by the teeth then
He be a vegetable, oh what you eatin', that nigga vegan
Nigga, we can put the guns
the squeezin'
Believe it, we can shake on it, I'm in
He gettin' fucked up as soon as (day) off, this the weekend
My crew on the first, in the work, this will crack a nigga cheek in
Nigga- kiss- you know
Go man. Go 'head man

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

[Round 3:
Man, nigga said he got shot by accident at a party
Then the very week he said 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 too many accidents at this party."
Niggas would've been bouncin' the bounces
Runnin' a relay
Breakin' with the dancers, I been cuttin' like the DJ
in the section like, "He fuckin' up my B-day!"
Beans on the like an album dropped with Freeway
Only way I would've went back to the Bae
Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the club like 'Pass The
But everyday you out here puttin' shells in your
Lookin' at all these crimes with your guys
But they the only ones gettin' nailed for the
why I know you lyin', and anything you sellings a jip
Murder in 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 niggas life and glorify it
The shit I do be so crazy...I gotta do the same thing to any nigga that talk about it
What we talkin' 'bout
Nigga I been real since
{Pew, bow, blat} Gun gestures with everything in the playpen
At 16 I had my crack charge
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 make sense (cents)."
Nigga I stuck with rap for my kids
So before I let the .8 spin I think, "If I this gun who gon' raise them?"
For that, I been kill niggas all year
My second half, gotta pay 10
So Gotti talk none of that Mafia shit to made men
Now the contradiction
For one grand, the gun that's a Drumline
One band, one
He in the hospital, one dead, one
with the deuce, Lui Kang, Kung Lao
Nigga down or lay down here (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush Hours (ours), push the button; Juntao
I'm talkin' every little bullet loaded in the now
If you don't like the rules under this roof move out
I could give a 'bout, ya mob still Crippin'
I'll have red flags your Compton Menace
the wrong bus like Comp in Menace
Get it through your thick until you comprehensive
spinin'
Nah, time I whip him
He get a butt out the situation, mind ya
I the biscuit, heat seeking until I find a victim
And the sensors off, this non explicit
This kinda distance, turn an H3 to a Honda Civic
The fact of the matter was at him; Quantum Physics
He the low cuts and the air bubble; Lebron Olympics
Then rain there (reindeer) in the Donner/Blitzen
My mind is twisted, bulb in the ceilin', I'm screwed up
Ya jewels plus, I get to (book in) slime; Goosebumps
Tool tuck, arm extended "Move up"
Comin' to kill, one in the mil' like true
Nigga a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot an oowop, pick him up
NWX, the rest of niggas suck
And the Champion is nigga, Zip 'Em Up!