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 loud in here tonight, and I'ma the Volume out you
Nigga get and I'ma show 'em you a pup clown
Stand over the body, just like jewelry, I gotta bust down
Nigga touch down, that's what we holla 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 him up, he gon' need closure
Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" the scene over
I battled the top pen, when niggas swore it was danger
Then I put JC back in the box since he was in a manger
Tech-9 got 30'd, Suge got a heart check
I to war with Top and Nitty, two niggas you ain't 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' Practice?
nigga's an actress
And he ain't 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
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 y'all that he's not soft
Get his block off
Show me your 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 he never really lost a round."
toss the pound
It's a throwaway pistol, you just had a with Jae?
I'll make you battle the
You can't fuck me, get cut swiftly
Think bankrupt how he went Millz (mills) to a buck 50
punk silly
The A.R. will have look on his face torn off
Next time he chuck up the X, be in the casket with your arms crossed
This a body, this, niggas won't hear from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't Champion of the money
here dummy
All that shit in battle rap
I feelin' it cuz (cause)
You niggas was fightin' over Twork 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 them the bars 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 fam' still in mourning (morning) like a time difference
My mind different, every battle this almost rumble
And that's why y'all think cuz wit' the
He be ballin' up his and bitin' at his lip
Every he attempt to fight, at 16 I was fightin' an attempt
Nigga story, can't tell me how I ain't gon' shoot
Detectives question me murder (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I don't Mook."
Bro you, gon' have to realize tonight just 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 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 care of this little bitch, 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 cake, takin' pictures with duck lip
The reason why the shit on lip ain't 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 what you sayin' static
And I ain't just rappin', nigga this me
I actin' cuz
was payin' me, way before Smack and them was
Street nigga, came up packs from plugs
Yeah I appreciate this good this rap shit does
But think Twork, I can always go back to drugs (Jakk and Drugz)
And when it's

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 they get cold
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the whole
Nigga had the gas on both sides like a road
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 let you get this cuz, that's on the whole set."
Nigga I wasn't tryin' to take turn, you get to go next
You heard three rounds of Millz and told that he was ready
Nigga a bitch!
clip, if I sneak a cat on his back like Puma kicks
You would get band aids and half a mask The Lunatics
Do some
Block drills, yellin' 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 get all you smoked
"Rest in to the cuz" will be all you post
froggy then somethin' lick and fly until all you croak
Boy, I am to do your mother's son bad
always feedin' the other one last
F and left back he wasn't on task
Watch for anybody him, you see another gun blast
on the side of Coffee mug like #1 Dad
Louie slugger, I go to bat for him mom dukes
Make him have a seat without the like a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' niggas you don't even know a carpool
Bird 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 Gotti like Ja Rule
I'm over him, I let him fly down the zipper stuck
this dickhead turn into a pussy, Nip & Tuck
Knife, I could've his lung
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 like a
Will he everybody a wake (awake) like insomniacs?
that depend 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."
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 'bout to be crazier than stealin' from a nigga, then 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 wide enough, I can the strap in his noggin'
Makin' his roof is past the (pastor) [?], 'Trapped In The Closet'
I had to gossip with the knife, it's been a since we chopped it up
But me and the Ruger clip, both drop outs, was not for us
Three movement, get robbed in an alley with a chopper up
Fuck ya lil' C's (Lil' Cease), I'll shoot ya seed if ya Junior
My crew's up
[?] wit' a inf', y'all wit' a stench
I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out mobbin' wit' ya Crips
They all get for this hit
You know 'Hard Out Here For A Pimp'
Lay it down before I raise a pound a hi-5
and a pair will shoot (parachute) like a skydive
I'm in your neighborhood a semi, this a drive-by
What up Crippy? I get to clockin' like GrindTime
Headshot, that'll put your pupils on the
Stomach in knots, that's the definition of mob ties
Pupils? Stomach? Y'all
But y'all lookin' through the guidelines
the mafia I'm settin' up an organized (organ eyes) crime
Nigga kiss yo' ass
Pucker up, 12 inch clip, I put a foot down, enough's
You even 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, of you niggas suck
1-0 nigga, zip him up!

2: Geechi Gotti]
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 Of The Year let me tell you why
Cause if I get the money I'ma go right back to the hood with my peeps and
If he win the money these niggas all helped him write it so they split it two grands a piece and shit
Yeah, so don't y'all wanna cheer for
Nigga I'll this bitch
You see the blood out him?
The runnin' 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
you niggas right together?
Y'all be sittin' on the couch sharin' ideas it's therapy
off his last battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause that was Eric B."
There's scared of me
That shit you do be
I even 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
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
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
that on my mama I'ma shoot you
I don't wanna hear no Blood call, it neutral
I ain't shit but BAOW!
I'd rather let the 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 some gang shit? Or rap shit?
Three shots will make a disappear
a hat trick, I'm that sick
I'll catch you wit' ya bitch and shit serious
When she see Blood in a box, it ain't her
Catch you at BM house and get poppin'
Left lil' Blood leakin' in her pad, the spottin'
stop it
Yo' gang ain't like mine
Stop it
My hood got history, all that OG beef, I it
Think surrogates, 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
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 white people "Monica"
I'm of cuz
tough, 'til I show up with 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 (Bear) face
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, they can
And y'all will that
Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we'd shot them boys
I guess y'all code word was Chuck E. Cheese
(What the that mean?)
As long as that nigga can be a rat, as as they got some coins
But look I would've
Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as long as got some coins
I would've shot boys
I got a bald head for the bald head nigga in ya
Watch the smash his brain
Will he I don't know?
Doctor soundin' a weather man, they predict a low chance for Rain
Cuz is gon' get you shot, nigga don't be
If this ya homie, you better tell him to stand there and rap
Don't get emotional when he he losin'
If he do, I'm assume that you told cuz, do it on my Power shit
Rain'll (Raina'll) get from how the bro was movin'
Oh boomin'
I'll have an Eagle in ya face cause I into surprises
Got him starin' at the Desert so long he think he seein'
You'se a fag, 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 out the baby ain't mines
This a hate
'bout you gon' give me $9,000
That was somethin' son to tease me 'bout
But you shot a video called Crib' at Beasley house
Who the clout?
Talkin' you only use the kitchen
That's cause when you the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You bitchin'
They you and burped you
Give you allowances, prolly gave you a
These birthed you
You they K, thought 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 done with shit."
And when real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
It's yo' turn, see if you can make niggas them damn lies

[Round 2:
all facts!
Machete in his
Take out the lil' knife, let the short 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, sure your socks is on
Hospital bed, jacked up in the air like dropped the call
I'm in the other window, Tommy on the stairs like I
BLAAAT!
That shit makin' gang
But you Bloody when I blew (blue), nigga we trade places
More to actually
Caught a from SMACK, Shea Davis
The code: for work
(What mean?)
He make it
playin', like they don't see me on my grind
JayBlac like easy, we don't want you speedin' your rounds
all the fuckin' hype about
Nigga this is versus Shine
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, like I'm on my
Mardi Gras, they titties 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 that old K-Shine, 'em more
Headshot, he ran off the collar, get ya
finna pour
I pushin' the button, I missed the floor
I let your son see you gettin' rocked, your core
took a half moon by the star; Singapore
I make 'em
This mark is (hair) twisted, he Immature
Bae get the texts (TECs) every five minutes, I'm
Let me catch you in your G ride tryin' to spin
flash
Point in cracker Riff Raff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss
Cause all it takes is one .50 to push whole shit back
He get the to the gut and a quick jab
He gettin' two different type of socks, 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
This the smack, bro you you was...tryin' to show you Buddy Love
So you can get somebody Nutty, Professor
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 date, this shit will take a clump (Klump) out
Professor squeezin' in the whip like the finna run out
Nigga it's been days when I did drills and I wasn't hittin'
When you a shooter, you can tell the off day, the first you feel a button
There's times I aim for a noggin', and heard I pushed a nigga gut in
Like, "How I do that? it
He can think on an stomach."
I back, put down the strap, got to cuttin'
Mid sentence, he a part in (pardon) the interruption (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 soon as they holler they
Christmas
Double barrel, sing like a carol, 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 guns
the squeezin'
Believe it, we can on it, I'm in agreement
He gettin' fucked up as soon as (day) off, this the weekend
My on the first, proof in the work, this will crack a nigga cheek in
kiss- you know what?
Go ahead man. Go man

[Round 3: Gotti]
This shit up man
But I can see it now it's all
Most these niggas don't wanna lift you up, 'til the to be your Pallbearer
Did y'all him?
Actin' like his crew do
Then how come my niggas in the system like the new Jumanji?
My patna had a baby, he said his daughter his life full throttle
words she learned, was how to ask for a bottle
That nigga now
Man, the good die, those be the worst ones
The last he heard was "bah bah", sounds just like his daughter's first ones
I'm one of the realest in this shit!
I demand that
My patna got an L then charged him with another body, yeah I said that right
Cuz ain't never comin' home, but he got a second chance at life
You understand my
So much inside, it's hard for me to smile
I had a job all I did was rob the
I came to a brief case was a speedy trial
These is wild
That's somethin' I teach my child
You know the reason why hate us
I'm from a hood where the wrong word will get face stuck in school
Teacher looked at me said, "I 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 life cause every time I walked a aisle, it was a funeral
shit 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
steady knockin' on the front door
Nigga, I done seen four heads on the same like 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 time I realized you ain't gotta spar just to hear a round
clear now
My patna just 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 all her money 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 the money bag (Moneybagg) wit' 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 know Gotti
Can't talk no gang to me, homie you ain't did enough
The Feds, hit [?] wit' the 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 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 Hawk him
If the pigs find any shell in this
Cuz I would've wish I would've lost rounds
My was 15 when he took his time
He just a mistake
I said, "Lil dawg, use your time to your life and sharpen your tool."
That lil' made him a shank
He ain't never even been out wit' a bitch, we trippin'
Least the judge gave him a
Nigga what you gon'
I lost to A.
Ain't no real believe nothin' that fraud say
Cause he believe God the only nigga with the power to give
Tell Him to explain how come that judge givin' my niggas all day
And gay
Cause all of a sudden he a gang banger and believe him
Check his old battles, we didn't see none of that Blood shit out
He must've internally bleedin'
Don't give me a reason, these wanna be me
I'm the streets G
On a the first 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 real, y'all 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 week he said he 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
like 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 record like an album with Freeway
Only way I would've went back to the Bae
Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the like 'Pass The Courvoisier'
But everyday you out here puttin' shells in your
Lookin' at all these Hammer crimes with your
But they the only ones gettin' nailed for the
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 niggas life and then glorify it
The shit I do be so crazy...I gotta do the exact thing to any nigga that talk about it
What we talkin' then?
Nigga I been real since
{Pew, bow, blat Gun gestures with everything 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 dimes and some dimes for the
I said, "This don't make sense (cents)."
I stuck with battle 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 niggas all year
My second half, Smack pay 10
So Gotti can't none of that Mafia shit to made men
Now here's the
For one grand, the gun that's a Drumline
One band, one
He in the hospital, one dead, one
Kickin' the deuce, Lui Kang, Kung Lao
cool 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 then move out
I could a hoot 'bout, ya mob still Crippin'
I'll have red wherever your Compton Menace
Push the wrong bus like Comp in
Get it through thick skull until you comprehensive
spinin'
Nah, time I whip him
He get a butt out the situation, ya business
I the biscuit, heat seeking until I find a victim
And take the off, this non explicit
kinda distance, will turn an H3 to a Honda Civic
The fact of the matter was gettin' at him; Quantum
He caught the low cuts and the air Lebron Olympics
rain there (reindeer) in the ear; Donner/Blitzen
My mind is twisted, light in the ceilin', I'm screwed up
Ya jewels plus, I get to bookin' (book in) Goosebumps
Tool tuck, arm extended "Move up"
Comin' to kill, one in the like true love
Nigga that's a shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot an oowop, pick him up
NWX, the rest of these suck
And the Champion is nigga, Zip 'Em Up!