Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Gotti]
Nigga a bitch!
And I'm here to prove that in of all that vouch you
Get in here tonight, and I'ma Smack the Volume out you
Nigga get and I'ma show 'em you a pup clown
Stand over the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta down
Nigga touch down, that's what we when the pack land
Gauge me, I'ma let the 12 gun this nigga down
(For what?)
he a black man
He get the back
Knife open him up, he need closure
Loud buck, so you can the "Cut" like the scene over
I done battled the top pen, when niggas it was danger
Then I put JC back in the box 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 competition, if we talkin' 'bout matches against Ward
Aye I (A.I.) didn't show up but, what we talkin' Practice?
This an actress
And he ain't never faced kind of pressure
I even think Shine real he need a diamond tester
Iron stretcher, dawg gon' find K laid out with his open
Coroner showed up, we like, "What y'all waitin' on? Y'all already 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 he's not soft
Get his block off
Show me your flag if you want, you gettin' dawg
I'll you and your rag wet up, now it's a wash cloth
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 the pound
It's a throwaway pistol, you just had a battle with
I'll make you battle the
You can't wit' me, get cut swiftly
Think bankrupt how he went from (mills) to a buck 50
punk silly
The A.R. will have that look on his face off
Next time he chuck up the X, you'll be in the casket with your arms
This a body, after this, niggas won't hear him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't Champion of the year
Listen dummy
All that clique shit in 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 in his mouth, he tryin' 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 night but his 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 wit' the
He be ballin' up his and bitin' at his lip
Every battle he attempt to fight, at 16 I was fightin' an
Nigga true story, tell me how I ain't gon' shoot
Detectives question me 'bout (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I don't Mook."
Bro you, gon' have to tonight just ain't yo' night
You finna have to bite this L the way you was bitin' [?]
This nigga 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 chopper in my
My K vs this K, let's see who's hit harder
Nigga I'm a clip sparker, had the 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, long as a musket
Just sayin' this bitch came wit' a dick them trannies you fucked wit'
You'se a fruit cake, takin' with duck lip
The reason why the shit on your lip ain't healed cause you
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 what you sayin' static
And I ain't just rappin', this me everyday
I ain't cuz
Crime was payin' me, way before and them was
nigga, came up robbin' packs from plugs
Yeah I appreciate this good shit this rap does
But think Twork, I can always go back to drugs (Jakk and Drugz)
And when real-

[Round 1:
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 they get cold
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the west
Nigga had the gas on sides like a road test
You heard "K-Shine ain't lose a round", you were so
He even started helpin' prep like a coat check
The of you
"I can't let you get this cuz, that's on the set."
I wasn't tryin' to take your turn, you get to go next
You heard three rounds of and told that nigga he was ready
Nigga a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his like Puma kicks
You would get band and half a mask like The Lunatics
Do some
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 peace to the cuz" will be all you
Feelin' froggy then lick 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 like he wasn't 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 like mom
Make him have a seat the arms like a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' niggas you don't even know like a carpool
clappin' off his roof Alonzo with the Piru's
Serial on the gun, I ain't scratch it off, I just slide
Then push the label under Gotti like Ja
I'm over him, I let him fly down like the 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
Will he give everybody a wake (awake) insomniacs?
Well that depend on the pill (peel);
Strap his chin, point at the top, like a party hat
His girl like, "Stop, y'all start with that."
Shut up, caught him (quarter) the machine like a laundry mat
Hollow's into Drake, like a Zombie track
Give him five rounds from 80, Party back
Boy 'bout to be crazier than stealin' from a nigga, then ask for a solid
I'm crazy like, the doctor see the wounds and they ask for deposits
I'm talkin' crazy like, the hole 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 clip, both drop 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 if ya Junior Mafia
My crew's up
[?] a inf', leavin' y'all wit' a stench
I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' ya Crips
They all get for this hit
You know it's Out Here For A Pimp'
Lay it down before I a pound like a hi-5
Twins and a pair will (parachute) like a skydive
I'm in your neighborhood 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, the definition of some mob ties
Stomach? Y'all owin'
But y'all lookin' through the guidelines
This the I'm settin' up an organized (organ eyes) crime
Nigga yo' ass goodbye
Pucker up, 12 clip, I put a foot down, enough's enough
You ain't see me runnin' up
Snuck him like a sucker
Big on an arm swingin' do the Humpty Hump
a two shot, 2Pac, get ya crew shot
Oowop, him up
NWX, rest of you niggas
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 Of The Year let me tell you why
Cause if I get the money I'ma go right back to the 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 don't y'all wanna cheer for
Nigga I'll sleep this
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 I just see DNA comin' out of Shine
you niggas right together?
Y'all be sittin' on the couch sharin' ideas like it's
off his last battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause that was Eric B."
There's scared of me
That you do be wack
I can't even 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 stupid like, "That's my junior."
Nigga you'se a
cuz dyin'
You went from the to the X
Niggas been tradin' like a blood diamond
Nigga speakin' of Blood, nigga where is you
Y'all see how dude stutterin' cause he fake Blood he food coloring
I'm a
Disrespect that on my mama I'ma 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' shoot
I got the heat that'll at his friend
It a headshot cause 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
I'll you wit' ya bitch and this shit serious
she see Blood in a box, it ain't her period
Catch you at your BM and get poppin'
Left lil' Blood leakin' in her pad, the spottin'
Bitch it
Yo' gang bangin' like mine
Stop it
My got history, all that OG beef, I inherited it
Think surrogates, even though it mines, I'ma carry it
I ain't it
Niggas wanna talk all this gang shit when they don't even know the
niggas only bangin' on pics like a Jordan poster
Fuck a
Straps fully auto the silencer
You can get killed for mistakin' the sound like people sayin' "Monica"
I'm of cuz
Talkin' tough, 'til I show up the clips and let it spray 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 from a well known snitch city and you of that
Niggas from yo' city, as long as 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 guess y'all code word was Chuck E. Cheese
(What the fuck mean?)
As long as that nigga can be a rat, as long as got some coins
But look I shot-
Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as as they got some coins
I would've shot them
I got a bald head for the bald nigga in ya clique
Watch the bullets his brain
he survive? I don't know?
Doctor like a weather man, they predict a low chance for Rain
Cuz is get you shot, nigga don't be stupid
If this ya lil' homie, you better tell him to there and rap
Don't get emotional when he know he
If he do, I'm gonna 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 into
Got him at the Desert so long he think he seein' mirages
a fag, type that need to be in the closet
I heard about y'all 2 on 2's, Shine always get the back end, he let DNA keep the
It's 2018, yeah nigga, who you beatin' them '88 lines
AK, the chopper me hate .9's
This bitch will get over DNA like I found out the baby ain't mines
This a crime
Talkin' you gon' give me $9,000
That was son tried to tease me 'bout
But you shot a called 'New Crib' at Beasley house
Who needs the
Talkin' you only use the kitchen
cause when you spend the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You niggas
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
slippin' from the gun where the hit is
Backslide like, "Damn, I thought you was done this shit."
And when it's real, can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
It's yo' turn, see if you can make niggas them damn lies

2: K-Shine]
all facts!
Machete in his
Take out the lil' knife, don't let the short stay a telly wit' a hoe
Oh you think a game?
'Til I'm on the celly the bro
In Bay Area, to make a hit with E-40 'Tell Me When To Go'
Knock it over, or every hour on the hour, they'll be all your cotton balls
Checkin' on your respirators, makin' sure socks is on
Hospital bed, jacked up in the air like they the call
I'm in the other window, on the stairs like I drawers
BLAAAT!
That shit makin' gang
But you Bloody I blew (blue), nigga we finna trade places
to actually clap
Caught a from SMACK, Shea Davis
The Askin' for work
(What mean?)
He ain't it
They playin', like they see me on my grind
JayBlac like easy, we don't want you speedin' your rounds
all the fuckin' hype about
Nigga is Geechi versus Shine
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? I can beat him with a .9"
Eagle on my side, waitin' for the flop
Mask and goggles, I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, they titties when I'm takin' 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 pour
I keep the button, I missed the floor
I let son see you gettin' rocked, miss your core
took a half moon by the star; Singapore
I 'em sure
This is here (hair) twisted, he Immature
Bae get the texts (TECs) every minutes, I'm insecure
Let me catch you in your G ride tryin' to past
flash
Point in cracker grill; Raff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss
Cause all it takes is one .50 to Gotti whole shit back
He get the to the gut and a quick jab
He two different type of socks, this a mismatch
Tell the sit back
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
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, snub or the semi with the out
Denise on her first date, this will take a clump (Klump) out
Professor squeezin' in the 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 tell the off day, the 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 on an empty stomach."
I back, put down the strap, got to cuttin'
Mid sentence, he a part in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption)
I did niggas Superbad, I'm talkin' ID's for organs; McLovin
First Newport of the day, the (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 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 watch what you eatin', nigga vegan
Nigga, we can put the down
Forget the
it, we can shake on it, I'm in agreement
He gettin' fucked up as soon as they (day) off, the weekend
My on the first, proof in the work, this will crack a nigga cheek in
Nigga- kiss- you what?
Go ahead man. Go man

3: Geechi Gotti]
This fucked up man
But I can see it now it's all
Most these niggas don't wanna you up, 'til the forced to be your Pallbearer
Did y'all hear
Actin' like his do homi's?
Then how come my niggas trapped in the system 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, be the worst ones
The last words he was "bah bah", sounds just like his daughter's first ones
I'm one of the realest niggas in shit!
I that stripe
My patna got an L then they charged him with another body, yeah I said right
Cuz ain't never comin' home, but he got a second 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 was a speedy trial
These streets is
somethin' I gotta teach my child
You the reason why they hate us
I'm from a hood where the wrong word 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 fuck
my lifestyle, man this shit unusual
Realized I was married to the street life cause every time I walked a aisle, it was a funeral
This unusual
I know fiends who be smokin' until they lungs
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 heads on the same rock Mt. Rushmore
Nigga war? When ever since a kid I've been duckin' shots
The first rule was, "Don't run, get down."
Man I was six the first time I realized you ain't gotta spar just to hear a
clear now
My patna lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had tears in her eyes
pain really cost her smile
She said, "Gotti you will never understand until you a child."
She spent all her buyin' him a lawyer, judge still gave him an L
Bet she wished she would've him a vowel
I was lost, but now I'm found
Now I keep the money bag (Moneybagg) wit' me 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 gang to me, homie you ain't did enough
The Feds, hit [?] wit' the oowhop 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 until our last breath is gone
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 would've I would've lost them rounds
My was 15 when he took his time
He made a mistake
I said, "Lil dawg, use time to change your life and sharpen your tool."
That lil' made him a shank
He ain't never even been out a bitch, we wasn't trippin'
Least the judge him a date
what you gon' say?
I to A. Ward?
no real niggas believe nothin' that fraud say
Cause he believe God the only nigga with the power to give
Tell Him to explain how come that keep givin' my niggas all day
And gay
all of a sudden he a gang banger and y'all believe him
Check his old battles, we didn't see none of Blood shit comin' out
He been internally bleedin'
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 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 believe them lies
time

[Round 3:
Man, this said he got shot by accident at a party
Then the very next week he said he took his pussy ass back to the
If a would've shot me by accident at a party
The news reporter would've been like, "There's entirely too accidents at this party."
would've been bouncin' wit' the bounces
Runnin' like a
Breakin' with the dancers, I would've been cuttin' 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 here shells in your clip
Lookin' at all these crimes with your guys
But the only ones gettin' nailed for the shit?
This why I know you lyin', and anything you a jip
Murder in every story, I'm sick and of it all these Tales From The Crypt (Crip)
Nigga, gangstas in silence, and you wildin'
Talkin' 'bout other niggas and then glorify it
The shit I do be so crazy...I gotta do the same exact thing to any nigga that talk 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 large off of
Mama approve, wouldn't even let me pay rent
They offered me a nickle off some dimes and dimes for the nickle
I said, "This don't make sense (cents)."
Nigga I stuck with rap for my kids
So before I let the .8 spin I think, "If I raise gun who gon' raise them?"
For that, I been kill y'all niggas all
My half, Smack gotta pay 10
So can't talk none of that Mafia shit to made men
Now the contradiction
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 cool down or lay here (hair) Nu Nellz
Hours (ours), push the goddamn button; Juntao
I'm every little bullet loaded in the tool now
If you don't like the rules under this then move out
I could give a hoot 'bout, ya mob still
I'll have red flags wherever Compton Menace
the wrong bus like Comp in Menace
Get it your thick skull until you comprehensive
Revolver
Nah, this time I him
He get a butt out the situation, ya business
I the biscuit, heat seeking until I find a victim
And take the sensors off, non explicit
This distance, will turn an H3 to a Honda Civic
The of the matter was gettin' at him; Quantum Physics
He caught the low cuts and the air bubble; 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 (book in) slime; Goosebumps
Tool tuck, arm extended "Move up"
Comin' to kill, one in the mil' like true
that's 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!