Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Geechi
you'se a bitch!
And I'm here to prove in front of all that vouch you
Get in here tonight, and I'ma Smack the Volume out you
Nigga get tough and show 'em you a pup clown
Stand over the body, like your jewelry, I gotta bust down
Nigga touch down, what we holla when the pack land
wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun this nigga down
(For what?)
Cause he a man
He get the hand
Knife open him up, he gon' closure
Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" the scene over
I done battled the top pen, 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 even 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 never faced this kind of pressure
I don't even think Shine he need a diamond tester
Iron stretcher, dawg find K laid out with his forehead open
showed up, we like, "What y'all waitin' on? Y'all already know K's slogan."
You know I'm
I'll chuck a "C" in his face, his mug, now we can see in his face
He a
to convince y'all that he's 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 it's a wash
I'll dawg, 50 shots, extended Glocks, that's how a boss get down
The Dot's found all the shells in his body like, "Damn. I guess he never really lost a round."
I'll toss the
It's a throwaway pistol, you just had a battle with
I'll you battle the blade
You can't fuck wit' me, get cut
Think bankrupt how he went from (mills) to a buck 50
punk silly
The A.R. will have that look on his torn off
Next he chuck up the X, you'll be in the casket with your arms crossed
This a body, after this, niggas hear from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't of the year money
here dummy
All clique shit in battle rap
I ain't 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 to pass the breathalyzer
"Another six foot-" oh the bars 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 niggas 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 y'all think cuz 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, tell me how I ain't gon' shoot
Detectives me 'bout murder (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I know Mook."
Bro you, gon' to realize tonight just 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 up. Thinkin' I was all bark but no bite."
BAOW! Let's see you to fight for yo' life
Nigga chopper in my
My K vs this K, let's see rounds hit harder
I'm a clip 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, long as a musket
Just sayin' this bitch came a dick like them trannies you fucked wit'
You'se a fruit cake, takin' pictures duck lip
The reason why the on your lip ain't healed 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 what you sayin' static
And I ain't just rappin', this me everyday
I actin' cuz
Crime was me, way before Smack and them was
Street nigga, up robbin' packs from plugs
I appreciate this good shit this rap shit does
But think Twork, I can go back to jackin' drugs (Jakk and Drugz)
And when real-

1: K-Shine]
I yo!
Arm up on the champ like Rocky hit the old
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 sides a road test
You heard "K-Shine ain't a round", you were so stressed
He even helpin' Millz prep like a coat check
The of you
"I let you get this cuz, that's on the whole set."
I wasn't 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 sneak a cat on his back like Puma
You would get band aids and a mask like The Lunatics
Do some
Block drills, yellin' out, "Move the kids!"
I even nick a teen (nicotine) in the hand, 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 peace to the cuz" be all you post
Feelin' froggy then somethin' lick and fly until all you
Boy, I am to do your mother's son bad
Like feedin' the other one last
F and left like he wasn't on task
Watch for anybody wit' him, you see gun blast
on the side of Coffee mug like #1 Dad
Louie slugger, I go to bat for him like mom
Make him have a seat without the like a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' niggas you don't even know like a
Bird clappin' off his Alonzo with the Piru's
Serial on the gun, I ain't scratch it off, I slide through
Then push the under Gotti like Ja Rule
I'm over him, I let him fly down the zipper stuck
Watch this dickhead 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, where at?

Ain't no

I'm in like, "Where Gotti at?"
strapped, point between the grill like a Pontiac
Will he give everybody a wake (awake) like
Well that on the pill (peel); hypochondriac
Strap his chin, point at the top, like a party hat
His girl like, "Stop, don't y'all with that."
Shut up, caught him (quarter) the machine like a laundry mat
into Drake, like a Mike Zombie track
Give him five rounds from 80, Party Arty
Boy this 'bout to be crazier than stealin' from a nigga, ask for a solid
I'm talkin' crazy like, the doctor see the wounds and ask for deposits
I'm talkin' crazy like, the hole enough, I can hide the strap in his noggin'
Makin' sure his roof is past the (pastor) [?], In The Closet'
I had to with 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), I'll shoot ya seed if ya Mafia
My squadin' 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
and a pair will shoot (parachute) like a skydive
I'm in neighborhood wit' a semi, this a drive-by
What up Crippy? I get to clockin' 60's like
Headshot, that'll put pupils on the blindside
Stomach in knots, that's the of some mob ties
Pupils? Stomach? Y'all
But y'all ain't lookin' through the
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
You ain't see me runnin' up
Snuck him like a sucker
Big nose on an arm do the Humpty 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: Geechi
Shut all that bullshit up. All y'all up for even gassin' 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 go right back to the hood with my peeps and shit
If he win the money niggas all helped him write it so they gotta split it two grands a piece and shit
Yeah, so y'all wanna cheer for that
I'll 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 at one of his battles cause I just see DNA comin' out of Shine
you niggas right together?
Y'all be sittin' on the sharin' ideas like it's therapy
Judgin' off his last battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause was Eric B."
There's niggas of me
That shit you do be
I can't even it rap
You say simple shit, that if I said it, these fuck boys wouldn't react
You be like, "I'll get stuck in his head. That's a tumor
Ratchet's talkin', he say, that's a rumor
Two .5's lift him to hallelujah."
And you be standin' lookin' stupid like, "That's my junior."
you'se a loser
Today cuz
You went the Mobb to the X
Niggas 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 Blood he food
I'm a
Disrespect that on my I'ma shoot you
I don't wanna hear no call, keep it neutral
I sayin' shit but BAOW!
I'd rather let the soowoop you
You gon' who?
I got the that'll bang at his friend
It ain't a headshot cause I'm at a brim
Is this some gang shit? Or rap shit?
Three shots will make a brim
This a hat trick, I'm sick
I'll catch you ya bitch and this shit serious
When she see in a box, it ain't her period
you at your BM house and get poppin'
Left lil' Blood leakin' in her pad, the spottin'
Bitch it
Yo' bangin' ain't like mine
Stop 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 this gang shit when they don't even the culture
niggas only bangin' on pics like a Jordan poster
Fuck a
Straps auto with the silencer
You can get killed for mistakin' the sound white people sayin' "Monica"
I'm of cuz
Talkin' tough, I show up with the clips and let it spray through
I could've just slapped but for all that spice, I'm smokin' K too (K2)
I used to 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 from a well known snitch and you proud of that
Niggas from yo' city, as long as they got money, can tell
And y'all will honor
Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we'd have them boys
I y'all 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 I would've shot-
Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as as they got some coins
I shot them boys
I got a bald head for the bald head nigga in ya
Watch the smash his brain
Will he survive? I know?
Doctor soundin' a weather man, they predict a low chance for Rain
Cuz is get you shot, nigga don't be stupid
If ya lil' homie, you better tell him to stand there and rap
Don't get emotional he know he losin'
If he do, I'm gonna that you told cuz, do it on my Power shit
(Raina'll) get killed from how the bro was movin'
Oh it's
I'll have an Eagle in ya cause I ain't into surprises
Got him starin' at the Desert so long he he seein' mirages
a fag, type that 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
2018, yeah nigga, who you beatin' with them '88 lines
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' you gon' give me $9,000
That was son tried to tease me 'bout
But you shot a video called 'New at Beasley house
Who the clout?
'bout you only use the kitchen
That's cause when you spend the night, he got you the dishes
You bitchin'
bathed you and burped you
Give you allowances, prolly gave you a
niggas birthed you
You they baby K, thought you was they then realized you gettin' killed, oh you crazy K
The .80
Dead slippin' from the gun 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 with 'Tell Me When To Go'
Knock it over, or hour on the hour, they'll be changin' all your cotton balls
Checkin' on your respirators, makin' sure your is on
Hospital bed, jacked up in the air like they the call
I'm in the other window, Tommy on the like I drawers
BLAAAT!
That shit makin' statements
But you Bloody I blew (blue), nigga we finna trade places
More to actually
a rapper from SMACK, Shea Davis
The code: Askin' for
(What mean?)
He ain't it
playin', like they don't see me on my grind
JayBlac like easy, we want you speedin' through your rounds
What's all the hype about
Nigga this is Geechi versus
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? When I can him with a .9"
Eagle on my side, for the good flop
and goggles, like I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, they titties when I'm takin' off tops
I spill the beans outta anybody reppin' Neighborhood,
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 pushin' the button, I missed the floor
I let your son see you gettin' rocked, miss your
They a half moon by the star; Singapore
I make 'em
mark is here (hair) twisted, he Immature
Bae get the texts (TECs) five minutes, I'm insecure
Let me catch you in G ride tryin' to spin past
flash
Point in cracker grill; 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 uppercut to the gut and a jab
He gettin' two different type of socks, a mismatch
Tell the sit back
I his strap, I took his knife, I took his gat
I took his Nina, I his MAC
Now everything's on me, I'm back
This the smack, bro you thought you was...tryin' to you Buddy Love
So you can get somebody reppin' Nutty,
in the sweater, I'm 'bout drop cuz
The out like the grandma in the hot tub
Glock, snub or the semi the drum out
Denise on her first date, this shit take a clump (Klump) out
Professor in the whip like the potion finna run out
it's been 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 I aim for a noggin', and heard I pushed a nigga gut in
Like, "How I do that? it
He can on an empty stomach."
I double back, put 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;
Newport of the day, the cig' (Sig') bustin'
It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a creepin'
But as they holler they spirits
evening
Double barrel, sing a carol, 'tis the season
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
can you keep a secret
I my new gun connect
He
He a text (TECs) under the table, I'm in a meeting
Headshot, I put his eyeballs by the teeth
He be a vegetable, oh watch what you eatin', that nigga
Nigga, we can put the down
Forget the
Believe it, we can 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 crack a nigga in
kiss- you know what?
Go man. Go 'head man

[Round 3: Gotti]
shit fucked up man
But I can see it now it's all
Most these niggas don't wanna lift you up, 'til the forced to be Pallbearer
Did hear him?
Actin' like his do homi's?
how come my niggas trapped 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 die, those be the worst 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 got an L then they charged him with another body, yeah I said that right
Cuz ain't never comin' home, but somehow he got a chance at life
You understand my
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
somethin' I gotta teach my child
You know the why they hate us
I'm from a hood where the word will get your face stuck in school
Teacher at me said, "I don't see nothin' Special."
cause I had the .38 tucked
You a fake
Claimin' my lifestyle, man this shit
Realized I was married to the street life every time I walked down a aisle, it was a funeral
This shit
I know fiends who be until they lungs sore
I'm in the spot like this can't be life, I it's much more
Junky steady on the front door
Nigga, I done seen four heads on the rock like Mt. Rushmore
what's war? When ever since a kid I've been duckin' shots
The first was, "Don't run, nigga get down."
Man I was six the first time I realized you ain't gotta just to hear a round
clear now
My patna just lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had tears in her
That really cost her smile
She said, "Gotti you will never understand until you a child."
She spent all her money buyin' him a lawyer, still gave him an L
Bet she wished she would've him a vowel
I was lost, but now I'm found
Now I the money bag (Moneybagg) wit' me like I'm Yo Gotti
I still a nigga 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 gang shit to me, homie you 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 niggas had to literally zip him up
what?!
We rep the game until our last breath is
We put the hood on the tool, that's our definition of set in (and) stone
The weapon
Out the window and I him down
If the find any shell in this whip
Cuz I would've wish I would've them rounds
My patna was 15 when he his time
He just made a
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 a bitch, we wasn't trippin'
Least the judge gave him a
Nigga what you say?
I lost to A.
no real niggas believe nothin' that fraud say
Cause he believe God the only nigga the power to give life
Tell Him to how come 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 that shit comin' out
He must've been internally
give me a reason, these niggas wanna be me
I'm from the G
On a the first rule we learned was to leave the phone home like E.T
Man, niggas couldn't beat me
But anyway man, you it is man, Mafia
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
the very next week he said he took his pussy ass back to the party
If a nigga shot me by accident at a party
The reporter would've been like, "There's entirely too many accidents at this party."
Niggas would've bouncin' wit' the bounces
Runnin' like a
with the dancers, I would've been cuttin' like the DJ
Niggas in the section like, "He up my B-day!"
Beans on the record like an album dropped Freeway
Only way I would've went to the party Bae
Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the like 'Pass The Courvoisier'
But everyday you out puttin' shells in your clip
Lookin' at all these Hammer crimes your guys
But they the only ones gettin' for the shit?
This why I know you lyin', and you sellings a jip
Murder in every story, I'm sick and tired of it all these Tales From The (Crip)
Nigga, gangstas move in silence, and you
Talkin' 'bout other niggas life and then it
The shit I do be so crazy...I gotta do the same thing to any nigga that talk about it
we talkin' 'bout then?
Nigga I been real since
{Pew, bow, blat blat} Gun gestures with in the playpen
At 16 I had my first charge
By 17 I was in, 20 large off of hard
Mama ain't approve, wouldn't let me pay rent
They offered me a nickle off some and some dimes for the nickle
I said, "This shit make sense (cents)."
Nigga I stuck 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 y'all niggas all year
My half, Smack gotta pay 10
So Gotti can't talk none of that Mafia shit to men
Now the contradiction
For one grand, the gun that's a Drumline
One band, one
He in the hospital, one dead, one
Kickin' with the deuce, Lui Kang, Lao
cool down or lay down here (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush Hours (ours), the goddamn button; Juntao
I'm talkin' every bullet loaded in the tool now
If you don't the rules under this roof then move out
I give a hoot 'bout, ya mob still Crippin'
I'll have red wherever your Compton Menace
Push the wrong bus like in Menace
Get it your thick skull until you comprehensive
spinin'
Nah, this I whip him
He get a butt out the situation, ya business
I palm the biscuit, heat until I find a victim
And take the off, this non explicit
This kinda distance, will turn an H3 to a Civic
The of the matter was gettin' at him; Quantum Physics
He caught the low and the air bubble; Lebron Olympics
Then rain there (reindeer) in the Donner/Blitzen
My mind is twisted, light bulb in the ceilin', I'm up
Ya jewels plus, I get to bookin' (book in) slime;
tuck, arm extended like "Move up"
Comin' to kill, one in the mil' like true
Nigga that's a shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot an oowop, pick him up
NWX, the of these niggas suck
And the is here nigga, Zip 'Em Up!