Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Gotti]
Nigga a bitch!
And I'm here to that in front of all that vouch you
Get loud in here tonight, and I'ma the Volume out you
Nigga get tough and I'ma show 'em you a pup
Stand over the body, just your jewelry, I gotta bust down
Nigga touch down, that's what we holla when the land
Gauge wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun nigga down
(For what?)
he a black man
He get the hand
Knife him up, he gon' need closure
Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" like the scene
I done battled the top pen, when swore it was danger
Then I put JC back in the box 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 even fought yet
I had tougher competition, if we 'bout matches against Ward
Aye I (A.I.) didn't show up but, what we talkin' 'bout?
This nigga's an
And he ain't never faced this of pressure
I don't even think 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 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 block off
Show me flag if you want, you gettin' shot dawg
I'll leave you and rag wet up, now it's a wash cloth
I'll watch dawg, 50 shots, extended Glocks, that's how a get down
The Dot's found all the shells still in his like, "Damn. I guess he never really lost a round."
I'll the pound
It's a throwaway pistol, you had a battle with Jae?
I'll make you battle the
You can't wit' me, get cut swiftly
bankrupt how he went from Millz (mills) to a buck 50
This silly
The A.R. will have that look on his torn off
Next time he chuck up the X, be in the casket with your arms crossed
This a body, after this, niggas hear from him
That (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't Champion of the year money
here dummy
All that shit in battle rap
I ain't it cuz (cause)
You was fightin' over Twork like it was only one bitch in the club
I'm grippin' the snub, finna 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 like the niggas you be hatin' 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 night but his still in mourning (morning) like it's a time difference
My mind different, battle this nigga almost rumble
And that's why think cuz wit' the shit?
He be up his fist and bitin' at his lip
battle he attempt to fight, at 16 I was fightin' an attempt
Nigga true story, can't tell me how I gon' shoot
question me 'bout murder (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I don't Mook."
Bro you, gon' have to realize tonight ain't yo' night
You finna have to bite this L the same way you was [?]
This nigga Shine said, "Oh y'all got me fucked up. 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, 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 little bitch, it's a sugar daddy
The .9 extended, it's as a musket
Just sayin' this bitch wit' a dick like them trannies you fucked wit'
You'se a fruit cake, takin' pictures with lip
The reason why the shit on your lip healed cause you prolly-
Man
Yeah press play on this
I'm sprayin' the ratchet, he try to run and I'ma hit back like, I can't hear you sayin' it's static
And I ain't just rappin', this me everyday
I ain't cuz
Crime was me, way before Smack and them was
Street nigga, up robbin' packs from plugs
Yeah I appreciate this shit this rap shit does
But think Twork, I can always go back to drugs (Jakk and Drugz)
And when real-

1: K-Shine]
I yo!
Arm up on the champ Rocky hit the old steps
If I don't win, I wet Champion and the winner (in the winter) 'til get cold sweats
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the whole
Nigga had the gas on both like a road test
You heard "K-Shine ain't lose a round", you were so
He started helpin' Millz prep like a coat check
The of you
"I can't let you get this cuz, on the whole set."
Nigga I wasn't to take your turn, you get to go next
You heard three rounds of Millz and told nigga he was ready
Nigga a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his back like Puma
You get band aids and half a mask like The Lunatics
Do shit
drills, they yellin' out, "Move the kids!"
I even nick a teen (nicotine) in the hand, see who can (hookah) stick
Enough of that hookah shit, I got special for you Loc
I'm in the now, I'm finna get all you smoked
"Rest in to the cuz" will 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 the other one last
F and back like he wasn't on task
Watch for anybody him, you see another gun blast
Pound on the side of mug like #1 Dad
slugger, I go to bat for him like mom dukes
Make him have a without the arms like a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, wit' niggas you don't even know like a carpool
Bird clappin' off his roof with the Piru's
Serial on the gun, I ain't scratch it off, I just through
push the label under Gotti like Ja Rule
I'm over him, I let him fly down like the zipper
Watch dickhead turn into a pussy, Nip & Tuck
Knife, I could've punctured his
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, between the grill like a Pontiac
Will he give everybody a wake (awake) like
Well that depend on the (peel); hypochondriac
Strap under his chin, point at the top, like a hat
His girl like, "Stop, don't y'all with that."
up, caught him (quarter) with the machine like a laundry mat
Hollow's into Drake, like a Zombie track
Give him five rounds 80, Party Arty back
Boy this 'bout to be than stealin' from a nigga, then ask for a solid
I'm talkin' crazy like, the doctor see the 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 with the knife, it's been a minute we chopped it up
But me and the Ruger clip, both drop outs, was not for us
Three strikes movement, get robbed in an alley with a up
Fuck ya lil' C's (Lil' Cease), I'll shoot ya seed if ya Junior
My squadin' up
[?] wit' a inf', y'all wit' a stench
I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' ya Crips
all get credit for this hit
You know 'Hard Out Here For A Pimp'
Lay it down I raise a pound like a hi-5
Twins and a will shoot (parachute) like a skydive
I'm in your neighborhood wit' a semi, a drive-by
What up Crippy? I get to 60's like GrindTime
Headshot, that'll put pupils on the blindside
Stomach in knots, that's the definition of some mob
Pupils? Y'all owin'
But y'all lookin' through the guidelines
This the mafia I'm settin' up an (organ eyes) crime
Nigga yo' ass goodbye
Pucker up, 12 inch clip, I put a foot down, enough's
You ain't even see me up
Snuck him like a sucker
Big nose on an arm swingin' do the Hump
That's a two shot, 2Pac, get ya shot
Oowop, him up
NWX, rest of you suck
1-0 nigga, zip him up!

[Round 2: Gotti]
Shut all that bullshit up. All y'all fucked up for even gassin' that shit 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 go right back to the hood with my peeps and shit
If he win the money these niggas all helped him write it so they gotta split it two grands a and shit
Yeah, so don't y'all cheer for that
Nigga I'll sleep this
You see the leakin' out him?
The doc's out of time, I'm lookin' at him
But all I think is lookin' at one of his cause I just see DNA comin' out of Shine
What you right together?
Y'all be sittin' on the couch sharin' like it's therapy
Judgin' off his last battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause that was B."
There's niggas of me
That shit you do be
I can't call it rap
You say simple shit, that if I said it, fuck boys wouldn't even react
You be like, "I'll get something stuck in his head. a tumor
Ratchet's talkin', he say/she say, a rumor
Two .5's him to God; hallelujah."
And you be standin' there lookin' like, "That's my junior."
Nigga you'se a
Today cuz
You went the Mobb to the X
Niggas been tradin' Shine like a diamond
Nigga speakin' of Blood, nigga is you from?
Y'all see how dude stutterin' that's cause he Blood he food coloring
I'm a
Disrespect that on my I'ma shoot you
I don't hear no Blood call, keep it neutral
I sayin' shit but BAOW!
I'd rather let the soowoop you
You shoot who?
I got the heat bang at his friend
It ain't a headshot I'm aimin' at a brim
Is this some gang Or some rap shit?
Three will make a brim disappear
This a hat trick, I'm that
I'll catch you wit' ya bitch and shit serious
When she see in a box, it ain't her period
you at your BM house and get poppin'
Left Blood leakin' in her pad, the bitch spottin'
stop it
Yo' gang bangin' ain't like
comparin' it
My hood got history, all that OG beef, I it
Think surrogates, even it ain't mines, I'ma carry it
I ain't it
Niggas wanna talk all this shit when they don't even know the culture
These niggas bangin' on pics like a Jordan poster
Fuck a
fully 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 with the clips and let it spray
I could've just slapped Shine but for all that spice, I'm K too (K2)
I used to sell by a staircase
I start jackin'
Niggas thought it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em bare (Bear) face
Nigga face the facts, you from a well known city and you proud of that
Niggas from yo' city, as as they got money, they can tell
And y'all will that
Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was my hood, we'd have shot them boys
I guess code word was that Chuck E. Cheese
(What the that mean?)
As long as that nigga can be a rat, as long as they got coins
But look I shot-
Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as as they got some coins
I would've shot boys
I got a head for the bald head nigga in ya clique
Watch the smash his brain
Will he survive? I know?
Doctor soundin' like a weather man, they a low chance for Rain
Cuz is gon' get you shot, nigga be stupid
If this ya lil' homie, you better tell him to stand and rap
get emotional when he know he losin'
If he do, I'm gonna assume that you 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 I ain't into surprises
Got him starin' at the Desert so long he think he mirages
You'se a fag, type need to be in the closet
I heard about y'all 2 on 2's, Shine get the back end, he let DNA keep the deposits
It's 2018, yeah nigga, who you beatin' with '88 lines
AK, the chopper me hate .9's
This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I found out the ain't mines
This a crime
Talkin' you gon' give me $9,000
was somethin' son tried to tease me 'bout
But you shot a video called Crib' at Beasley house
Who the clout?
Talkin' 'bout you use the kitchen
cause when you spend the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You niggas
They bathed you and you
Give you allowances, gave you a curfew
These niggas you
You they baby K, thought you was they killer realized you gettin' killed, oh you crazy K
The .80
Dead slippin' the gun where the hit is
like, "Damn, I thought you was done with this shit."
And when it's real, y'all can tell, 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 short stay like a wit' a hoe
Oh you think a game?
'Til I'm on the wit' the bro
In Bay Area, ready to make a hit E-40 'Tell Me When To Go'
Knock it over, or every on the hour, they'll be changin' all your cotton balls
Checkin' on your respirators, makin' 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 I drawers
BLAAAT!
That shit gang statements
But you Bloody when I blew (blue), nigga we finna trade
More to actually
Caught a rapper from SMACK, Davis
The code: for work
(What mean?)
He ain't it
They playin', like don't see me on my grind
JayBlac like easy, we don't want you through your rounds
What's all the fuckin' hype
this is Geechi versus Shine
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? When I can him with a .9"
on my side, waitin' for the good flop
Mask and goggles, I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, they titties show when I'm off tops
I spill the beans outta anybody 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
It's finna
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 (hair) twisted, he Immature
Bae get the texts (TECs) five minutes, I'm insecure
Let me catch you in your G ride tryin' to spin
flash
Point in cracker grill; Riff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss
Cause all it is one .50 to push Gotti whole shit back
He get the uppercut to the gut and a jab
He gettin' two different of socks, this a mismatch
Tell the homie sit
I his strap, I took his knife, I took his gat
I took his Nina, I his MAC
Now on me, I'm givin' back
the smack, bro you thought you was...tryin' to show you Buddy Love
So you can get reppin' Nutty, Professor
Tool in the sweater, I'm 'bout cuz
The choppers out the grandma in the hot tub
Glock, snub or the with the drum out
Denise on her first date, this will take a clump (Klump) out
Professor squeezin' in the whip the potion finna run out
Nigga it's been when I did drills and I wasn't hittin' nothin'
you a shooter, you can tell the off day, the first time you feel a button
There's been times I aim for a noggin', and heard I pushed a gut in
Like, "How I do that? it
He can think on an stomach."
I double back, put down the strap, got to
Mid sentence, he a part in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption)
I done did niggas Superbad, I'm talkin' for organs; McLovin
First of the day, the cig' (Sig') bustin'
It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a nigga
But soon as they holler they
evening
Double barrel, sing 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 (TECs) under the table, I'm in a meeting
Headshot, I put his by the teeth then
He be a vegetable, oh watch what you eatin', that vegan
Nigga, we can put the down
Forget the
Believe it, we can on it, I'm in agreement
He gettin' fucked up as soon as they (day) off, 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 all clearer
Most these niggas don't wanna lift you up, 'til the forced to be Pallbearer
Did y'all hear
Actin' like his do homi's?
Then how my niggas trapped in the system like the new Jumanji?
My had a baby, he said his daughter changed his life full throttle
First words she learned, was how to ask for a
That dead now
Man, when the good die, those be the ones
The last words he was "bah bah", sounds just like his daughter's first ones
I'm one of the realest in this shit!
I demand stripe
My patna got an L then they charged him with another body, yeah I that right
Cuz ain't never comin' home, but somehow he got a chance at life
You my gripes?
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 brief case was a speedy
These is wild
That's somethin' I gotta teach my
You the reason why they hate us
I'm from a where the wrong word will get your face stuck in school
Teacher looked at me said, "I don't see Special."
That's cause I had the .38
You a fake
Claimin' my lifestyle, man shit unusual
Realized I was married to the life cause every time I walked down a aisle, it was a funeral
This unusual
I know 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 door
Nigga, I done seen heads on the same rock like Mt. Rushmore
Nigga what's war? When since a kid I've been duckin' shots
The rule was, "Don't run, nigga get down."
Man I was six the first I realized you ain't gotta spar just to hear a round
This now
My patna just lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had in her eyes
That pain really her smile
She said, "Gotti you never understand until you lost a child."
She spent all her money buyin' him a lawyer, judge still 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) wit' me like I'm Yo
I shoot a nigga after he dead, cause I don't trust nobody (no body)
You niggas hear me rap, don't really know Gotti
Can't talk no gang shit to me, you ain't did enough
The Feds, hit [?] the oowhop when they hit him up
You can see the staples under his shirt, if he lift it up
I'm just tellin' you, you them niggas had to zip him up
what?!
We rep the game until our last breath is
We even put the on the tool, that's our definition of set in (and) stone
The drawn
Out the window and I him down
If the pigs find any in this whip
Cuz I wish I would've lost them rounds
My patna was 15 when he his time
He just made a
I said, "Lil dawg, use time to change your life and sharpen your tool."
That nigga made him a shank
He ain't never even been out wit' a bitch, we wasn't
Least the gave him a date
Nigga you gon' say?
I lost to A.
Ain't no real niggas nothin' that fraud say
Cause he believe God the only nigga with the power to life
Tell Him to explain how that judge 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 didn't see none of Blood shit 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 first rule we learned was to the phone home like E.T
Man, niggas couldn't beat me
But anyway man, you know it is man,
Man, and it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
Yo turn, see if you can make niggas them lies
time

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