Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Geechi
you'se a bitch!
And I'm here to prove that in front of all that you
Get loud in here tonight, and Smack the Volume out you
Nigga get tough and I'ma show 'em you a pup
Stand over the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust
Nigga touch down, what we holla when the pack land
Gauge wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun nigga down
(For what?)
he a black man
He get the hand
Knife open him up, he need closure
Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" like the scene
I done the top pen, when niggas swore it was danger
Then I put JC back in the box since he was born in a
Nigga got 30'd, Suge got a heart 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 talkin' Practice?
This an actress
And he ain't never faced this of pressure
I don't even think Shine he need a diamond tester
Iron stretcher, dawg gon' find K out with his forehead open
Coroner showed up, we like, "What y'all waitin' on? Y'all 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 y'all that he's not
Get his block off
me your flag if you want, you gettin' shot dawg
I'll leave you and your rag wet up, now it's a wash
I'll watch dawg, 50 shots, Glocks, that's how a boss get down
The Dot's found all the shells still in his body like, "Damn. I guess he never really a round."
I'll toss the
It's a pistol, you just had a battle with Jae?
I'll you battle the blade
You fuck wit' me, get cut swiftly
Think bankrupt how he went from (mills) to a buck 50
This silly
The A.R. have that look 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, niggas hear from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' Champion of the year money
here dummy
All that clique shit in rap
I feelin' it cuz (cause)
You was fightin' over Twork like it was only one bitch in the club
I'm the snub, finna terrorize you
Two shot, get one in his mouth, he tryin' to pass the breathalyzer
"Another six foot-" oh them the bars was waitin' on?
BAOW! Lower his casket so he can be six foot the niggas you be hatin' on
on the set
Do you niggas believe in a parallel- man word to Danny, I do nigga the .9 spittin' it's
He died at night but his fam' still in mourning (morning) like it's a time
My mind different, every battle this nigga almost
And that's why think cuz wit' the shit?
He be ballin' up his fist and at his lip
Every 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 just ain't yo'
You finna have to bite this L the same way you was [?]
This nigga Shine said, "Oh y'all got me up. Thinkin' I was all bark but no bite."
BAOW! Let's see you attempt to fight for yo'
chopper in my hands
My K vs this K, see who's rounds hit harder
Nigga I'm a sparker, had the knife 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 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 cause you prolly-
Man
Yeah press on this faggot
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 just rappin', nigga this me everyday
I actin' cuz
was payin' me, way before Smack and them was
Street nigga, came up packs from plugs
I appreciate this good shit this rap shit does
But think Twork, I can always go back to jackin' (Jakk and Drugz)
And when real-

1: K-Shine]
I yo!
Arm up on the like Rocky hit the old steps
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 both sides a road test
You heard "K-Shine ain't lose a round", you so stressed
He even started helpin' Millz prep like a 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 rounds of Millz and told that nigga he was
you'se a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his back like kicks
You would get band aids and a mask like The Lunatics
Do some
drills, they yellin' out, "Move the kids!"
I even nick a teen (nicotine) in the hand, see who can (hookah) stick
Enough of hookah shit, I got somethin' special for you Loc
I'm in the now, I'm finna get all you smoked
"Rest in peace to the cuz" will be all you
Feelin' froggy then somethin' and fly until all you croak
Boy, I am 'bout to do mother's son bad
Like feedin' the other one last
F and left like he wasn't on task
Watch for wit' him, you see another gun blast
Pound on the side of Coffee mug #1 Dad
Louie slugger, I go to bat for him mom dukes
Make him have a seat without the arms a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' niggas you don't even know like a carpool
Bird clappin' off his roof Alonzo the Piru's
Serial on the gun, I ain't scratch it off, I just through
Then push the under Gotti like Ja Rule
I'm over him, I let him fly down like the stuck
Watch dickhead turn into a pussy, Nip & Tuck
Knife, I could've punctured his
But the is tucked, so it's either your cover get blown 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 grill a Pontiac
Will he give everybody a wake (awake) insomniacs?
Well depend on the pill (peel); hypochondriac
Strap under his chin, point at the top, like a hat
His like, "Stop, don't y'all start with that."
up, caught him (quarter) with the machine like a laundry mat
Hollow's into Drake, like a Mike Zombie
him five rounds from 80, Party Arty back
Boy this 'bout to be crazier than stealin' a nigga, then ask for a solid
I'm crazy like, the doctor see the wounds and they ask for deposits
I'm crazy like, the hole wide enough, I can hide the strap in his noggin'
sure 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 with a chopper up
Fuck ya lil' C's (Lil' Cease), I'll ya seed if ya Junior Mafia
My crew's up
[?] wit' a inf', leavin' wit' a stench
I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there wit' ya Crips
They all get credit for hit
You it's 'Hard Out Here For A Pimp'
Lay it down I raise a pound like a hi-5
Twins and a pair will (parachute) like a skydive
I'm in neighborhood wit' a semi, this a drive-by
What up I get to clockin' 60's like GrindTime
Headshot, put your pupils on the blindside
Stomach in knots, that's the definition of some mob
Pupils? Stomach? owin'
But y'all lookin' through the guidelines
This the I'm settin' up an organized (organ eyes) crime
Nigga kiss yo' ass
up, 12 inch clip, I put a foot down, enough's enough
You ain't even see me up
Snuck him like a punch
Big nose on an arm swingin' do the Humpty
a two shot, 2Pac, get ya crew 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 right man. Nigga rappin' some real elementary shit

But look, I'm Champion Of The let me tell you why
if I get the money I'ma 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 wanna for that
I'll sleep this bitch
You see the blood leakin' out
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?
Y'all be sittin' on the couch sharin' ideas like it's
Judgin' off his last battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause that was B."
There's scared of me
That 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 in his head. That's a tumor
Ratchet's talkin', he say/she say, that's a
Two .5's him to God; hallelujah."
And you be standin' lookin' stupid like, "That's my junior."
Nigga a loser
Today cuz
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 cause he fake he food coloring
I'm a
Disrespect that on my I'ma shoot you
I don't wanna hear no call, keep 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 gang shit? Or some rap shit?
Three shots will make a brim
This a hat trick, I'm sick
catch you wit' ya bitch and this shit serious
When she see Blood in a box, it her period
Catch you at your BM and get poppin'
Left lil' leakin' in her pad, the bitch spottin'
stop it
Yo' gang bangin' ain't like
comparin' it
My hood got history, all OG beef, I inherited it
surrogates, even though it ain't mines, I'ma carry it
I hearin' it
Niggas wanna talk all gang shit when they don't even know the culture
These niggas only bangin' on pics like a Jordan
a holster
Straps fully auto the silencer
You can get killed for mistakin' the like white people sayin' "Monica"
I'm of cuz
Talkin' tough, 'til I show up with the clips and let it through
I could've just slapped Shine but for all that spice, I'm K too (K2)
I to sell dope by a staircase
Then I start
Niggas thought it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em with bare (Bear)
Nigga face the facts, you a well known snitch city and you proud of that
Niggas yo' city, as long as they got money, they can tell
And y'all honor that
Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, have shot them boys
I y'all code word 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 look I shot-
Yeah, okay to be a rat as long as they got some coins
I would've shot boys
I got a bald head for the bald head nigga in ya
Watch the bullets his brain
he survive? I don't know?
Doctor soundin' like a man, they predict a low chance for Rain
Cuz is gon' get you shot, nigga don't be
If this ya lil' homie, you better him to stand there and rap
get emotional when he know he losin'
If he do, I'm gonna that you told cuz, do it on my Power shit
Rain'll (Raina'll) get killed how the bro was movin'
Oh it's
I'll have an Eagle in ya face cause I ain't surprises
Got him starin' at the Desert so long he think he seein'
You'se a fag, type need to be in the closet
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' them '88 lines
AK, the chopper made me .9's
This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I found out the ain't mines
a hate crime
Talkin' 'bout you gon' me $9,000
That was somethin' son tried to me 'bout
But you a video called 'New Crib' at Beasley house
Who needs the
Talkin' 'bout you only use the
That's cause when you the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You niggas
They you and burped you
Give you allowances, prolly gave you a
These niggas you
You they baby K, thought you was 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 it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in eyes
It's yo' turn, see if you can make niggas believe damn lies

[Round 2:
all facts!
Machete in his
Take out the knife, don't let the short stay like a telly wit' a hoe
Oh you think a game?
'Til I'm on the wit' the bro
In Bay Area, ready to a hit with E-40 'Tell Me When To Go'
Knock it over, or every hour on the hour, they'll be changin' all cotton balls
Checkin' on your respirators, makin' sure your is on
Hospital bed, jacked up in the air they dropped the call
I'm in the other window, Tommy on the stairs like I
BLAAAT!
That makin' gang statements
But you Bloody when I (blue), nigga we finna trade places
More to actually
Caught a rapper from SMACK, Davis
The code: Askin' for
(What mean?)
He ain't it
They playin', like don't see me on my grind
like easy, we don't want you speedin' through your rounds
What's all the fuckin' hype
Nigga this is Geechi versus
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? I can beat him with a .9"
Eagle on my side, for the good flop
Mask and goggles, I'm on my woodshop
Gras, they titties show when I'm takin' off tops
I spill the beans outta reppin' Neighborhood, Watch
I'm not
Put the mop in the closet, I did the chores
Nah, turn into 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 gettin' rocked, miss core
They took a half moon by the Singapore
I 'em sure
mark is here (hair) twisted, he Immature
Bae get the texts (TECs) every minutes, I'm insecure
Let me you in your G ride tryin' to spin past
Quick
Point in cracker Riff Raff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss
all it takes is one .50 to push Gotti whole shit 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 his strap, I took his knife, I took his gat
I his Nina, I took his MAC
Now on me, I'm givin' back
This the smack, bro you thought you was...tryin' to show you Buddy
So you can get somebody reppin' Nutty,
Tool in the sweater, I'm 'bout cuz
The choppers out the grandma 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 in the whip like the potion finna run out
Nigga it's days when I did drills and I wasn't hittin' nothin'
When you a shooter, you can the off day, the first time you feel a button
There's been times I aim for a noggin', and 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 part in (pardon) the (inner-ruption)
I done did niggas Superbad, I'm ID's for organs; McLovin
Newport of the day, the cig' (Sig') bustin'
It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a nigga
But as they holler they spirits
evening
Double barrel, sing like a carol, the season
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
can you keep a secret
I my new gun connect
He
He send a text (TECs) under the table, I'm in a
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 shake on it, I'm in
He gettin' fucked up as as they (day) off, this the weekend
My crew on the first, proof in the work, this will crack a cheek in
kiss- you know what?
Go ahead man. Go man

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

[Round 3:
Man, nigga said he got shot by accident at a party
Then the very next he said he took his pussy ass back to the party
If a nigga would've shot me by accident at a
The news would've been like, "There's entirely too many accidents at this party."
Niggas would've been wit' the bounces
Runnin' a relay
Breakin' with the dancers, I would've cuttin' like the DJ
Niggas in the section like, "He up my B-day!"
Beans on the like an album dropped with Freeway
Only way I would've went to the party Bae
Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the club like The Courvoisier'
But everyday you out puttin' shells in your clip
Lookin' at all these Hammer 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 and tired of it all these Tales From The Crypt (Crip)
Nigga, gangstas move in silence, and you
Talkin' 'bout niggas life and then 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 blat} Gun with everything in the playpen
At 16 I had my crack charge
By 17 I was in, 20 large off of hard
Mama ain't approve, wouldn't even let me pay
They offered me a nickle off some dimes and dimes for the nickle
I said, "This shit don't sense (cents)."
Nigga I with battle rap for my kids
So I let the .8 spin I think, "If I raise this gun who gon' raise them?"
For that, I been kill y'all all year
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
Kickin' with the deuce, Lui Kang, Lao
Nigga cool or lay down here (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush Hours (ours), push the button; Juntao
I'm talkin' every bullet loaded in the tool now
If you don't like the rules under this roof move out
I could a hoot 'bout, ya mob still Crippin'
I'll red flags wherever your Compton Menace
Push the wrong bus like Comp in
Get it through your thick until you comprehensive
Revolver
Nah, this I whip him
He get a out the situation, mind ya business
I palm the biscuit, 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 matter was gettin' at Quantum Physics
He caught the low cuts and the air bubble; Olympics
rain there (reindeer) in the ear; Donner/Blitzen
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 like "Move up"
Comin' to kill, one in the mil' true love
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 is here nigga, Zip 'Em Up!