Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Geechi
you'se a bitch!
And I'm here to prove that in of all that vouch you
Get loud in tonight, and I'ma Smack the Volume out you
Nigga get tough and show 'em you a pup clown
Stand over the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust
Nigga down, that's what we holla when the pack land
Gauge wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun this down
(For what?)
he a black man
He get the back
Knife him up, he gon' need closure
Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" like the scene
I battled the top pen, when niggas swore it was danger
Then I put JC back in the box since he was born in a
Nigga Tech-9 got 30'd, Suge got a heart
I went to war with Top and Nitty, two you ain't even fought yet
I had tougher competition, if we 'bout matches against Ward
Aye I (A.I.) show up but, what we talkin' 'bout? Practice?
This nigga's an
And he ain't never faced this kind of
I even think Shine real he need a diamond tester
Iron stretcher, dawg gon' find K laid out with his forehead
Coroner showed up, we like, "What y'all waitin' on? already know K's slogan."
You I'm locin'
I'll chuck a "C" in his face, 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 flag if you want, you shot dawg
leave you and your 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 toss the
It's a pistol, you just had a battle with Jae?
I'll make you the blade
You can't fuck me, get cut swiftly
Think bankrupt how he from Millz (mills) to a buck 50
This punk
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, after this, niggas won't from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't Champion of the money
Listen here
All that shit in battle rap
I ain't it cuz (cause)
You niggas was fightin' over Twork like it was one bitch in the club
I'm the snub, finna terrorize you
Two shot, get one sent in his mouth, he tryin' to the breathalyzer
"Another six foot-" oh them the bars was waitin' on?
BAOW! his casket so he can be six foot like 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 it's crazy
He died at night but his fam' still in (morning) like it's a time difference
My mind different, every battle this almost rumble
And why y'all think cuz wit' the shit?
He be up his fist and bitin' at his lip
Every he attempt to fight, at 16 I was fightin' an attempt
Nigga true story, can't tell me how I ain't gon'
question me 'bout murder (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I know Mook."
Bro you, have 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 attempt to fight for yo'
chopper in my hands
My K vs K, let's see who's rounds 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 this bitch, it's a sugar daddy
The .9 extended, it's long as a
Just sayin' this bitch came wit' a dick like them trannies you 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 play 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' it's
And I ain't just rappin', this me everyday
I actin' cuz
was payin' me, way before Smack and them was
Street nigga, came up packs from plugs
Yeah I appreciate this good shit this rap does
But think Twork, I can always go back to jackin' (Jakk and Drugz)
And it's real-

[Round 1:
I yo!
Arm up on the like Rocky hit the old steps
If I don't win, I wet Champion and the winner (in the winter) they get cold sweats
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the whole
had the gas on both sides like a road test
You "K-Shine ain't lose a round", you were so stressed
He even started helpin' Millz prep a coat check
The of you
"I can't let you get cuz, that's on the whole set."
Nigga I wasn't tryin' to your turn, you get to go next
You heard three of Millz and told that nigga 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 like The Lunatics
Do some
Block drills, they 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 somethin' for you Loc
I'm in the vapors now, I'm 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 to do your mother's son bad
Like always feedin' the one last
F and left back he wasn't on task
Watch for anybody wit' him, you see another gun
Pound on the side of 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, 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 it off, I just slide through
Then push the label under Gotti Ja Rule
I'm over him, I let him fly down the zipper stuck
Watch this dickhead turn a pussy, Nip & Tuck
Knife, I could've punctured his
But the fifth is tucked, so it's either your get blown or the jig is up
I'm in Bompton, where at?

Ain't no

I'm in like, "Where Gotti at?"
Shotty strapped, between the grill like a Pontiac
Will he everybody a wake (awake) like insomniacs?
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."
Shut up, caught him (quarter) with the machine a laundry mat
Hollow's into Drake, like a Mike Zombie
Give him five rounds from 80, Arty back
Boy this 'bout to be 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 wide enough, I can hide the strap in his
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 C's (Lil' Cease), I'll shoot ya seed if ya Junior Mafia
My squadin' 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 a pound like a hi-5
Twins and a pair will shoot (parachute) a skydive
I'm in your neighborhood a semi, this a drive-by
up Crippy? I get to clockin' 60's like GrindTime
Headshot, put your pupils on the blindside
Stomach in knots, that's the of some mob ties
Stomach? Y'all owin'
But y'all ain't through the guidelines
This the mafia I'm settin' up an organized (organ eyes)
Nigga kiss yo' ass
Pucker up, 12 inch clip, I put a foot down, enough
You ain't even see me up
Snuck him like a punch
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!

2: Geechi Gotti]
Shut all that bullshit up. All y'all fucked up for even gassin' that shit right there man. Nigga rappin' some real shit

But look, I'm Champion Of The let me tell you why
Cause if I get the money I'ma go right back to the hood my peeps and shit
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 wanna cheer for that
Nigga I'll this bitch
You see the blood leakin' out
The runnin' out of time, I'm lookin' at him
But all I think is lookin' at one of his battles cause I see DNA comin' out of Shine
What you niggas right
Y'all be sittin' on the couch sharin' ideas like therapy
off his last battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause that was Eric B."
There's niggas of me
shit you do be wack
I can't even it rap
You say simple shit, that if I said it, these fuck boys wouldn't even
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 lift him to hallelujah."
And you be standin' there stupid like, "That's my junior."
Nigga you'se a
cuz dyin'
You from the Mobb to the X
Niggas been tradin' Shine like a diamond
Nigga speakin' of Blood, nigga where is you
Y'all see how stutterin' that's cause he fake Blood he food coloring
I'm a
Disrespect that on my I'ma shoot you
I don't wanna hear no Blood call, it neutral
I ain't sayin' but BAOW!
I'd rather let the soowoop you
You gon' who?
I got the heat that'll bang at his
It ain't a headshot cause I'm aimin' at a
Is this some gang shit? Or rap shit?
shots will make a brim disappear
This a hat trick, I'm that
I'll catch you wit' ya bitch and this shit
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 bitch
Bitch it
Yo' gang bangin' ain't mine
comparin' it
My hood got history, all that OG beef, I it
Think surrogates, even though it mines, I'ma carry it
I ain't it
Niggas wanna talk all this gang shit when they even know the culture
These only bangin' on pics like a Jordan poster
a holster
Straps fully auto the silencer
You can get killed for mistakin' the sound like white people "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 spice, I'm smokin' K too (K2)
I to sell dope by a staircase
Then I start
thought it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em with bare (Bear) face
Nigga face the facts, you from a well known snitch city and you proud of
Niggas yo' city, as long as they got money, they can tell
And y'all will that
Snitch ass niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we'd have shot them boys
I guess y'all code was that Chuck E. Cheese
(What the fuck mean?)
As long as that nigga can be a rat, as long as got some coins
But I would've shot-
Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as 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 smash his
he survive? I don't know?
Doctor soundin' like a weather man, they predict a low chance for
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 assume that you told cuz, do it on my shit
Rain'll (Raina'll) get killed from how the bro was
Oh boomin'
I'll have an Eagle in ya face cause I into surprises
Got him starin' at the so long he think he seein' mirages
You'se a fag, type that need to be in the
I heard about 2 on 2's, Shine always get the back end, he let DNA keep the deposits
It's 2018, nigga, who you beatin' with them '88 lines
AK, the made me hate .9's
bitch will get dumped over DNA like I found out the baby ain't mines
This a hate
Talkin' 'bout you gon' me $9,000
was somethin' son tried to tease me 'bout
But you shot a video called 'New Crib' at house
Who needs the
'bout you only use the kitchen
That's cause when you the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You niggas
They bathed you and you
you allowances, prolly gave you a curfew
These birthed you
You they baby K, thought you was they killer then you gettin' killed, oh you crazy K
The .80
Dead slippin' the gun where the hit is
Backslide like, "Damn, I thought you was with this shit."
And when it's real, y'all can tell, can see it in they eyes
It's yo' turn, see if you can make niggas believe 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 it's a
'Til I'm on the wit' the bro
In Bay Area, ready to make a hit with E-40 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' your socks is on
Hospital bed, up in the air like they dropped the call
I'm in the other window, Tommy on the stairs like I
BLAAAT!
That shit makin' statements
But you Bloody when I blew (blue), nigga we finna places
More to actually
a rapper from SMACK, Shea Davis
The code: for work
(What mean?)
He ain't it
They playin', they don't see me on my grind
JayBlac like easy, we don't want you through your rounds
What's all the fuckin' about
Nigga this is versus Shine
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? When I can him with a .9"
Eagle on my side, waitin' for the good
Mask and goggles, like I'm on my
Mardi Gras, they titties show when I'm off tops
I spill the beans anybody reppin' Neighborhood, Watch
I'm not
Put the mop back in the closet, I did the
Nah, turn into that old K-Shine, 'em more
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 gettin' rocked, miss your
They took a moon by the star; Singapore
I make 'em
This is here (hair) twisted, he Immature
Bae get the texts (TECs) every five minutes, I'm
Let me catch you in your G tryin' to spin past
flash
Point in cracker Riff Raff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss
Cause all it is one .50 to push Gotti whole shit back
He get the to the gut and a quick jab
He gettin' two different type of socks, this a
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 somebody reppin' Nutty,
in the sweater, I'm 'bout drop cuz
The choppers out the grandma in the hot tub
Glock, snub or the with the drum out
Denise on her date, this shit will take a clump (Klump) out
Professor squeezin' in the whip 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 first time you feel a
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 back, put down the strap, got to cuttin'
Mid sentence, he caught a in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption)
I did niggas Superbad, I'm talkin' ID's for organs; McLovin
First of the day, the cig' (Sig') bustin'
It's a reason, I it on the low, a nigga creepin'
But soon as holler they spirits
Christmas
Double barrel, sing like a carol, the season
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
Gotti can you a secret
I my new gun connect
He
He send a (TECs) under the table, I'm in a meeting
Headshot, I put his eyeballs by the then
He be a vegetable, oh watch what you eatin', nigga vegan
Nigga, we can put the down
the squeezin'
Believe it, we can on it, I'm in agreement
He gettin' up as soon as they (day) off, this the weekend
My crew on the first, proof in the work, this will a nigga cheek in
Nigga- kiss- you know
Go man. Go 'head man

[Round 3: Geechi
shit fucked up man
But I can see it now it's all
these niggas don't wanna lift you up, 'til the forced to be your Pallbearer
Did hear him?
like his crew do homi's?
Then how come my niggas in the system like the new Jumanji?
My patna had a baby, he said his daughter changed his life full
First words she learned, was how to ask for a
nigga dead now
Man, when the good die, be the worst ones
The last words he heard was "bah bah", sounds just like his first ones
I'm one of the realest niggas in shit!
I demand that
My patna got an L then they charged him with another body, I said 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 case was a speedy trial
These streets is
somethin' I gotta teach my child
You know the reason why hate us
I'm a hood where the wrong word will get your face stuck in school
Teacher at me said, "I don't see nothin' Special."
That's cause I had the .38
You a fuck
Claimin' my lifestyle, man this unusual
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 smokin' until they sore
I'm in the spot like this be life, I know it's much more
Junky steady knockin' on the front
Nigga, I seen four 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 just lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had tears in her eyes
That pain really cost her
She said, "Gotti you will never understand you lost a child."
She spent all her buyin' him a lawyer, judge still gave him an L
Bet she she would've bought him a vowel
I was lost, but now I'm found
Now I keep the money bag (Moneybagg) wit' me like I'm Yo
I still shoot a after he dead, cause I don't trust nobody (no body)
You niggas hear me rap, y'all really know Gotti
Can't talk no gang shit to me, you ain't did enough
The Feds, hit [?] wit' the oowhop they hit him up
You can see the staples his shirt, that's if he lift it up
I'm just tellin' you, you them had to literally zip him up
what?!
We rep the until our last breath is gone
We even put the hood on the tool, our definition of set in (and) stone
The drawn
Out the and I Hawk him down
If the find any shell in this whip
Cuz I would've I would've lost them rounds
My patna was 15 when he took his
He just made a
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 a bitch, we wasn't trippin'
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
Him to explain how come that 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 of that Blood shit comin' out
He been internally bleedin'
Don't give me a reason, niggas 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, niggas couldn't 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 niggas believe them lies
Nigga

3: K-Shine]
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 shot me by accident at a party
The news reporter would've been like, "There's entirely too accidents at this party."
Niggas would've been bouncin' the bounces
Runnin' a relay
Breakin' with the dancers, I would've been cuttin' 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 to the party Bae
Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the club like 'Pass The
But everyday you out here shells in your clip
Lookin' at all Hammer crimes with your guys
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 Tales From The Crypt (Crip)
Nigga, gangstas in silence, and you wildin'
Talkin' 'bout other life and then glorify it
The shit I do be so crazy...I gotta do the same exact thing to any that talk about it
What we talkin' then?
Nigga I been real since
{Pew, bow, blat blat} Gun gestures everything in the playpen
At 16 I had my first charge
By 17 I was caged in, 20 large off of
Mama ain't approve, wouldn't even let me pay
They offered me a nickle off some dimes and some for the nickle
I said, "This shit don't make (cents)."
Nigga I stuck with 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 niggas all
My second half, gotta pay 10
So Gotti can't talk none of that Mafia shit to men
Now the contradiction
For one grand, the gun BAOW that's a
One band, one
He in the hospital, one dead, one
with the deuce, Lui Kang, Kung Lao
Nigga cool down or lay here (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush Hours (ours), push the button; Juntao
I'm talkin' every little bullet in the tool now
If you don't like the rules this roof then move out
I give a hoot 'bout, ya mob still Crippin'
I'll have red flags wherever your Compton
Push the wrong bus like in Menace
Get it your thick skull until you comprehensive
Revolver
Nah, time I whip him
He get a out the situation, mind ya business
I palm the biscuit, heat seeking until I a victim
And the sensors off, this non explicit
This kinda distance, 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 Lebron Olympics
Then rain (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) slime;
Tool tuck, arm extended "Move up"
to kill, one in the mil' like true love
Nigga a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya crew shot wit' an oowop, him up
NWX, the of these niggas suck
And the Champion is nigga, Zip 'Em Up!