Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Gotti]
Nigga 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 show 'em you a pup clown
over the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust down
Nigga touch down, that's what we holla when the land
Gauge wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun nigga down
(For what?)
Cause he a man
He get the back
Knife open him up, he gon' closure
buck, so you can hear the "Cut" like the scene over
I battled the top pen, when niggas swore it was danger
Then I put JC in the box since he was born in a manger
Nigga Tech-9 got 30'd, Suge got a check
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.) didn't show up but, what we 'bout? Practice?
This an actress
And he ain't never this kind of pressure
I even think Shine real 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? already know K's slogan."
You I'm locin'
chuck a "C" in his face, open his mug, now we can see in his face
He a
to convince y'all that he's not soft
Get his knocked off
me your flag if you want, you gettin' shot dawg
I'll leave you and your rag wet up, now a wash cloth
I'll dawg, 50 shots, extended 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 lost a round."
I'll 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 from (mills) to a buck 50
This punk
The A.R. will have that look on his torn off
Next time he up the X, you'll be in the casket with your arms crossed
This a body, after this, won't hear from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't of the year money
Listen dummy
All clique shit in battle rap
I feelin' it cuz (cause)
You was fightin' over Twork 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 them the bars y'all was on?
BAOW! Lower his so he can be six foot like the niggas you be hatin' on
on the set
Do you niggas believe in a man word to Danny, I do nigga the .9 spittin' it's crazy
He died at night but his fam' 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 up his fist 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 know Mook."
Bro you, gon' have to realize tonight just yo' night
You finna have to this L the same way you was bitin' [?]
This Shine said, "Oh y'all got me fucked up. Thinkin' I was all bark but no bite."
BAOW! Let's see you to fight for yo' life
chopper in my hands
My K vs this K, let's see who's rounds hit
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, it's long as a
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 your lip ain't healed 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
Crime was payin' me, way before and them was
Street nigga, came up robbin' from plugs
Yeah I this good shit this rap shit does
But think Twork, I can go back to jackin' drugs (Jakk and Drugz)
And when it's

[Round 1:
I yo!
Arm up on the champ like Rocky hit the old
If I don't win, I wet and the winner (in the winter) 'til they get cold sweats
Go check, you had NY witchu, and the whole west
had the gas on both sides like a road test
You heard "K-Shine ain't a round", you were so stressed
He started helpin' Millz 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 nigga he was ready
Nigga a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his back like kicks
You would get aids and half a mask like The Lunatics
Do shit
Block drills, yellin' out, "Move the kids!"
I nick a teen (nicotine) in the hand, let's see who can (hookah) stick
Enough of that hookah shit, I got somethin' for you Loc
I'm in the now, I'm finna get all you smoked
"Rest in peace to the cuz" be all you post
froggy then somethin' lick and fly until all you croak
Boy, I am 'bout to do your son bad
Like feedin' the other 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 Coffee mug #1 Dad
slugger, I go to bat for him like mom dukes
Make him have a seat without the arms a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' niggas you even know like a carpool
Bird off his roof Alonzo with the Piru's
Serial on the gun, I ain't scratch it off, I slide through
push the label under 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 punctured his lung
But the fifth is tucked, so either your cover get blown or the jig is up
I'm in Bompton, Gotti at?

Ain't no

I'm in Bompton like, "Where at?"
Shotty strapped, point the grill like a Pontiac
Will he give a wake (awake) like insomniacs?
Well depend on the pill (peel); hypochondriac
Strap under his chin, point at the top, a party hat
His girl like, "Stop, don't y'all with that."
Shut up, him (quarter) with the machine like a laundry mat
Hollow's into Drake, like a Mike track
Give him five rounds from 80, Party Arty
Boy this 'bout to be crazier stealin' from a nigga, then ask for a solid
I'm talkin' crazy like, the doctor see the and they ask for deposits
I'm crazy like, the hole wide enough, I can hide the strap in his noggin'
Makin' sure his roof is 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 in an alley with a chopper up
Fuck ya lil' C's (Lil' Cease), I'll ya seed if ya Junior Mafia
My squadin' up
[?] wit' a inf', leavin' wit' a stench
I care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' wit' ya Crips
They all get for this hit
You know it's Out Here For A Pimp'
Lay it down before I raise a pound a hi-5
Twins and a pair will shoot (parachute) like a
I'm in neighborhood wit' a semi, this a drive-by
up Crippy? I get to clockin' 60's like GrindTime
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 mafia I'm settin' up an organized (organ eyes)
Nigga yo' ass goodbye
Pucker up, 12 clip, I put a foot down, enough's enough
You ain't see me runnin' up
him like a sucker punch
Big nose on an arm do the Humpty Hump
That's a two shot, 2Pac, get ya crew
Oowop, him up
NWX, of you niggas 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 there man. rappin' some real elementary shit

But look, I'm Of The Year 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 split it two grands a piece and shit
Yeah, so don't y'all wanna for that
I'll sleep this bitch
You see the leakin' out him?
The doc's runnin' out of time, I'm at him
But all I think is at one of his battles cause I just see DNA comin' out of Shine
What you niggas right
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 was Eric B."
There's scared of me
That shit you do be
I can't call it rap
You say simple shit, that if I said it, these fuck boys wouldn't react
You be like, "I'll get something stuck in his head. That's a
Ratchet's talkin', he say/she say, a rumor
Two .5's lift him to hallelujah."
And you be standin' lookin' stupid like, "That's my junior."
Nigga you'se a
Today cuz
You from the Mobb to the X
Niggas been tradin' Shine like a diamond
Nigga of Blood, nigga where is you from?
Y'all see how dude stutterin' that's cause he fake Blood he food
I'm a
Disrespect that on my mama I'ma you
I don't hear no Blood call, keep it neutral
I ain't shit but BAOW!
I'd rather let the coroner you
You shoot who?
I got the that'll bang at his friend
It ain't a cause I'm aimin' at a brim
Is this gang shit? Or some rap shit?
Three shots will make a disappear
This a hat trick, I'm sick
I'll 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' Blood leakin' in her pad, the spottin'
stop it
Yo' gang bangin' like mine
comparin' it
My got history, all that OG beef, I inherited it
surrogates, even though it ain't mines, I'ma carry it
I ain't it
Niggas wanna talk all this gang shit when they don't even know the
These niggas only bangin' on pics like a Jordan
Fuck a
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 spray
I could've just slapped Shine but for all spice, I'm smokin' K too (K2)
I used to sell dope by a
Then I start
Niggas thought it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em with (Bear) face
Nigga face the facts, you a well known snitch city and you proud of that
Niggas from yo' city, as long as got money, they can tell
And y'all will honor
Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we'd shot them boys
I guess y'all word 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 look I shot-
Yeah, it's to be a rat as long as they got some coins
I would've shot boys
I got a bald head for the bald nigga in ya clique
Watch the bullets smash his
he survive? I don't know?
Doctor soundin' like a weather man, they a low chance for Rain
Cuz is get you shot, nigga don't be stupid
If this ya lil' homie, you better him to stand there and rap
Don't get when 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 face cause I ain't surprises
Got him starin' at the Desert so he think he seein' mirages
You'se a fag, that need to be in the closet
I heard about y'all 2 on 2's, always get the back end, he let DNA keep the deposits
It's 2018, yeah nigga, who you beatin' with '88 lines
AK, the chopper me hate .9's
This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I found out the ain't mines
This a crime
Talkin' you gon' give 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' you only use the kitchen
That's cause you spend the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You niggas
They bathed you and you
you allowances, prolly gave you a curfew
These niggas you
You they baby K, thought you was they killer then realized you killed, oh you crazy K
The .80
Dead slippin' the gun where the hit is
Backslide like, "Damn, I thought you was done 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 them 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 it's a game?
'Til I'm on the wit' 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 your 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 makin' gang statements
But you Bloody when I (blue), nigga we finna trade places
More to actually
a rapper from SMACK, Shea Davis
The code: Askin' for
(What mean?)
He make it
playin', like they don't see me on my grind
JayBlac easy, we don't want you speedin' 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
and goggles, like I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, they titties show when I'm off tops
I spill the beans outta reppin' Neighborhood, Watch
I'm not
Put the mop in the closet, I did the chores
Nah, into that old K-Shine, give 'em more
Headshot, he ran off the collar, get ya
finna pour
I keep pushin' the button, I the floor
I let your son see you gettin' rocked, your core
They took a half moon by the Singapore
I make 'em
This is here (hair) twisted, he Immature
Bae get the (TECs) every five minutes, I'm insecure
Let me catch you in G ride tryin' to spin past
Quick
Point in grill; Riff Raff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a track
Cause all it takes is one .50 to push Gotti shit back
He get the uppercut to the gut and a jab
He two different type of socks, this a mismatch
Tell the sit back
I took his strap, I took his knife, I his gat
I his Nina, I took 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 reppin' Nutty, Professor
in the sweater, I'm 'bout drop cuz
The choppers out the grandma in the hot tub
Glock, snub or the semi the drum out
Denise on her first date, this shit will a clump (Klump) out
squeezin' in the whip like the potion finna run out
Nigga it's days when I did drills and I wasn't hittin' nothin'
you a shooter, you can tell the off day, the first time you feel a button
There's been times I aim for a noggin', and heard I a nigga gut in
Like, "How I do that? it
He can think on an stomach."
I double back, put the strap, got to cuttin'
Mid sentence, he caught a in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption)
I done did Superbad, I'm talkin' ID's for organs; McLovin
First Newport of the day, the cig' (Sig')
It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a nigga
But as they holler they spirits
Christmas
Double barrel, sing like a carol, 'tis the
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
Gotti can you a secret
I love my new gun
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 what you eatin', that nigga vegan
Nigga, we can put the guns
Forget the
it, we can shake on it, I'm in agreement
He gettin' fucked up as soon as they (day) off, this the
My crew on the first, proof in the work, this will crack a nigga in
Nigga- you know what?
Go ahead man. Go man

[Round 3: Geechi
This fucked up man
But I can see it now it's all
Most niggas don't wanna lift you up, 'til the forced to be your Pallbearer
Did y'all hear
like his crew do homi's?
Then how come my niggas trapped in the system the new Jumanji?
My patna had a baby, he said his changed his life full throttle
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 was "bah bah", sounds just like his daughter's first ones
I'm one of the niggas in this shit!
I that stripe
My patna got an L then they charged him with body, yeah I said that right
Cuz ain't never comin' home, but somehow he got a second chance at
You my gripes?
So much inside, it's hard for me to smile
I had a job all I did was rob the
Closest I came to a brief case was a trial
streets is wild
That's somethin' I gotta teach my
You know the reason why they us
I'm from a hood where the wrong will 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 fake
Claimin' my lifestyle, man this shit
Realized I was married to the street life cause every I walked down 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 much
Junky steady on the front door
Nigga, I done seen four heads on the 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 time I realized you ain't gotta spar just to hear a
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 until you a child."
She spent all her buyin' him a lawyer, judge still gave him an L
Bet she wished she bought 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 shoot a nigga after he dead, cause I don't trust nobody (no body)
You niggas me rap, y'all don't really know Gotti
Can't talk no gang shit to me, homie you ain't did
The Feds, hit [?] wit' the when they hit him up
You can see the staples under his shirt, that's if he it up
I'm just tellin' you, you them had to literally zip him up
what?!
We rep the game until our last breath is
We even put the hood on the tool, that's our definition of set in (and)
The drawn
Out the window and I Hawk him
If the pigs find any in this whip
Cuz I would've wish I would've them rounds
My patna was 15 when he took his
He just a mistake
I said, "Lil dawg, use your time to change your life and your tool."
That lil' nigga him a shank
He never even been out wit' a bitch, we wasn't trippin'
Least the gave 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 the power to give life
Him to explain how come that judge keep givin' my niggas all day
And gay
Cause all of a sudden he a gang and y'all believe him
Check his old battles, we didn't see of that Blood shit comin' out
He must've been 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 leave the home like E.T
Man, these couldn't beat me
But man, you know it is man, Mafia
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 lies
Nigga

3: K-Shine]
Man, this said he got shot 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 news would've been like, "There's entirely too many accidents at this party."
Niggas been bouncin' wit' the bounces
Runnin' a relay
with the dancers, I would've been cuttin' like the DJ
Niggas in the like, "He fuckin' up my B-day!"
on the record like an album dropped with Freeway
Only way I would've went back to the Bae
Is to a buster (Busta) in the club like 'Pass The Courvoisier'
But everyday you out here puttin' shells in clip
Lookin' at all these Hammer crimes with guys
But they the only ones gettin' for the shit?
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 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
we talkin' 'bout then?
Nigga I been real birth
{Pew, bow, blat blat} Gun gestures everything in the playpen
At 16 I had my first crack
By 17 I was caged in, 20 off of hard
Mama ain't approve, wouldn't let me pay rent
They offered me a nickle off dimes and some dimes for the nickle
I said, "This shit make sense (cents)."
Nigga I stuck battle rap for my kids
So before I let the .8 spin I think, "If I raise this gun who raise them?"
For that, I been kill y'all all year
My second half, gotta pay 10
So Gotti can't talk none of that Mafia to made men
Now here's the
For one grand, the gun BAOW a Drumline
One band, one
He in the hospital, one dead, one
with the deuce, Lui Kang, Kung Lao
Nigga down or lay down here (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush (ours), push the goddamn button; Juntao
I'm talkin' every bullet loaded in the tool now
If you don't like the rules under this roof then out
I could a hoot 'bout, ya mob still Crippin'
I'll have red flags wherever your Menace
Push the bus like Comp in Menace
Get it through your thick skull you comprehensive
spinin'
Nah, this time I him
He get a butt out the situation, mind ya
I palm the biscuit, heat seeking until I a victim
And take the sensors off, this non
This kinda distance, will turn an H3 to a Civic
The fact of the matter was at him; Quantum Physics
He caught the low cuts and the air bubble; Lebron
Then rain (reindeer) in the ear; Donner/Blitzen
My is twisted, light bulb in the ceilin', I'm screwed up
Ya jewels plus, I get to bookin' (book in) slime;
Tool tuck, arm like "Move up"
Comin' to kill, one in the mil' true love
that's a Juice shot, 2Pac, Hit 'Em Up
Get ya shot wit' an oowop, pick him up
NWX, the of these niggas suck
And the is here nigga, Zip 'Em Up!