Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Geechi
you'se a bitch!
And I'm to prove that in front of all that vouch you
Get loud in here tonight, and I'ma Smack the out you
Nigga get tough and I'ma 'em you a pup clown
over the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust down
Nigga touch down, that's we holla when the pack land
Gauge wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun this down
(For what?)
Cause he a man
He get the hand
Knife open him up, he gon' need
Loud buck, so you can the "Cut" like the scene over
I done battled the top pen, niggas swore it was danger
Then I put JC back in the box 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 niggas you ain't fought yet
I had tougher competition, if we talkin' 'bout matches Ward
Aye I (A.I.) didn't up but, what we talkin' 'bout? Practice?
nigga's an actress
And he ain't never faced this of pressure
I don't 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? Y'all know K's slogan."
You know I'm
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 flag if you want, you gettin' dawg
I'll leave you and 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 still in his body like, "Damn. I guess he never lost a round."
I'll the pound
a throwaway pistol, you just had a battle with Jae?
I'll make you battle the
You fuck wit' me, get cut swiftly
Think bankrupt how he went from (mills) to a buck 50
This silly
The A.R. will that look on his face torn off
Next time he chuck up the X, you'll be in the with your arms crossed
This a body, after this, won't hear from him
That (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't Champion of the year money
Listen dummy
All that shit in battle rap
I ain't it cuz (cause)
You niggas was fightin' over Twork like it was only one bitch in the
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 foot like the niggas you be 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 it's a difference
My mind different, battle this nigga almost rumble
And that's why y'all cuz wit' the shit?
He be ballin' up his 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 shoot
question me 'bout murder (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I don't Mook."
Bro you, gon' have to realize 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 for yo' life
Nigga in my hands
My K vs this K, see who's rounds hit harder
Nigga I'm a clip sparker, had the in the cut
I could've stabbed him, I let the .40 care of this little 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, takin' pictures duck lip
The reason why the shit on your lip healed cause you prolly-
Man
Yeah press play on 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
Crime was me, way before Smack and them was
nigga, came up robbin' packs from plugs
Yeah I appreciate good shit this rap shit does
But think Twork, I can go back to jackin' drugs (Jakk and Drugz)
And when real-

[Round 1:
I yo!
Arm up on the champ like Rocky hit the old
If I don't win, I wet Champion and the (in the winter) 'til they get cold sweats
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the west
Nigga had the gas on both like a road test
You heard "K-Shine lose a round", you were so stressed
He even started helpin' Millz prep like a coat
The of you
"I can't let you get this cuz, that's on the set."
Nigga I tryin' to take your turn, you get to go next
You three rounds of Millz and told that nigga he was ready
Nigga a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his back like kicks
You would get band aids and half a mask The Lunatics
Do some
drills, they yellin' out, "Move the kids!"
I even nick a teen (nicotine) in the hand, see who can (hookah) stick
Enough of hookah shit, I got somethin' special for you Loc
I'm in the vapors now, I'm finna get all you
"Rest in to the cuz" will be all you post
Feelin' froggy then lick and fly until all you croak
Boy, I am to do your mother's son bad
Like feedin' the other one last
F and back like he wasn't on task
Watch for anybody wit' him, you see another gun
Pound on the of Coffee mug like #1 Dad
slugger, I go to bat for him like mom dukes
Make him a seat without the arms like a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' you don't even know like a carpool
Bird clappin' off his Alonzo 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 like the stuck
Watch this dickhead turn a pussy, Nip & Tuck
Knife, I could've his lung
But the fifth is tucked, so either your cover get blown or the jig is up
I'm in Bompton, where at?

Ain't no

I'm in Bompton like, "Where at?"
strapped, point between the grill like a Pontiac
Will he give everybody a wake (awake) insomniacs?
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) with the machine a laundry mat
Hollow's Drake, like a Mike Zombie track
Give him five from 80, Party Arty back
Boy this 'bout to be than stealin' from a nigga, then ask for a solid
I'm talkin' 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'
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 robbed in an with a chopper up
Fuck ya C's (Lil' Cease), I'll shoot ya seed if ya Junior Mafia
My squadin' up
[?] wit' a inf', leavin' y'all a stench
I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' ya Crips
They all get for this hit
You it's 'Hard Out Here For A Pimp'
Lay it down before I raise a like a hi-5
Twins and a pair will shoot (parachute) like a
I'm in neighborhood wit' a semi, this a drive-by
What up Crippy? I get to clockin' 60's GrindTime
Headshot, that'll put pupils on the blindside
Stomach in knots, that's the definition of some mob
Pupils? Stomach? Y'all
But y'all ain't lookin' the guidelines
This the mafia I'm up an organized (organ eyes) crime
kiss yo' ass goodbye
Pucker up, 12 clip, I put a foot down, enough's enough
You even see me runnin' up
Snuck him like a punch
Big nose on an arm swingin' do the Humpty
That's a two shot, 2Pac, get ya shot
Oowop, him up
NWX, rest of you niggas
1-0 nigga, zip him up!

[Round 2: Geechi
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 Champion Of The 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 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 leakin' out
The doc's 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
What you right together?
Y'all be sittin' on the couch sharin' ideas it's therapy
Judgin' off his last battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. that was Eric B."
There's scared of me
shit you do be wack
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 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."
you'se a loser
Today cuz
You from the Mobb to the X
Niggas been Shine like a blood diamond
Nigga of Blood, nigga where is you from?
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 Blood call, keep it
I sayin' shit but BAOW!
I'd rather let the coroner you
You gon' who?
I got the heat that'll bang at his
It ain't a headshot cause I'm at a brim
Is this some gang shit? Or rap shit?
shots will make a brim disappear
This a hat trick, I'm sick
I'll catch you wit' ya and this shit serious
When she see Blood in a box, it ain't her
Catch you at your BM and get poppin'
Left lil' Blood leakin' in her pad, the spottin'
Bitch it
Yo' gang bangin' ain't mine
comparin' it
My got history, all that OG beef, I inherited it
Think surrogates, even though it ain't mines, I'ma it
I ain't it
Niggas wanna talk all this gang shit they don't even know the culture
These niggas only bangin' on pics like a poster
Fuck a
Straps fully auto the silencer
You can get killed for mistakin' the sound white people sayin' "Monica"
I'm of cuz
Talkin' tough, 'til I show up with the clips and let it through
I could've just Shine but for all that spice, I'm smokin' K too (K2)
I used to sell by a staircase
Then I start
Niggas thought it was T-Top, I to rob 'em with bare (Bear) face
Nigga face the facts, you from a known snitch city and you proud of that
Niggas yo' city, as long as they got money, they can tell
And will 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 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 to be a rat as long as they got some coins
I would've shot them
I got a bald head for the bald head in ya clique
Watch the bullets smash his
Will he survive? I don't
Doctor soundin' like a weather man, they a low chance for Rain
Cuz is gon' get you shot, don't be stupid
If this ya lil' homie, you better tell him to there and rap
Don't get emotional when he he losin'
If he do, I'm gonna assume that you told cuz, do it on my shit
Rain'll (Raina'll) get from how the bro was movin'
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
You'se a fag, type that 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' with them '88
AK, the chopper made me .9's
This bitch get dumped over DNA like I found out the baby ain't 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 needs the
Talkin' 'bout you use the kitchen
That's when you spend the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You bitchin'
They you and burped 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 from the gun where the hit is
like, "Damn, I thought you was done with this shit."
And when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in eyes
It's yo' turn, see if you can niggas believe them damn lies

[Round 2:
all facts!
Machete in his
Take out the lil' knife, don't let the short stay like a telly a hoe
Oh you think it's a
I'm on the celly wit' the bro
In Bay Area, ready to 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 respirators, makin' sure your 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' statements
But you Bloody when I (blue), nigga we finna trade places
to actually clap
Caught a rapper SMACK, Shea Davis
The code: Askin' for
(What mean?)
He make it
They playin', like don't see me on my grind
like easy, we don't want you speedin' through your rounds
What's all the fuckin' hype
this 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 good
Mask and goggles, I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, they titties show 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, into that old K-Shine, give 'em more
Headshot, he ran off the collar, get ya
It's pour
I keep pushin' the button, I missed the
I let your son see you gettin' rocked, your core
They took a half moon by the Singapore
I make 'em
mark is here (hair) twisted, he Immature
Bae get the (TECs) every five minutes, I'm insecure
Let me catch you in your G ride tryin' to spin
flash
Point in cracker grill; 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 to the gut and a quick jab
He gettin' two different type of socks, 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 everything's on me, I'm givin'
This the smack, bro you thought you was...tryin' to you Buddy Love
So you can get somebody reppin' Nutty,
Tool in the sweater, I'm drop cuz
The out like the grandma in the hot tub
Glock, snub or the with the drum out
Denise on her first date, this shit will take a (Klump) out
Professor squeezin' in the whip like the potion run out
Nigga it's been days 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 times I aim for a noggin', and heard I pushed a gut in
Like, "How I do Fuck 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 done did niggas Superbad, I'm talkin' ID's for McLovin
First of the day, the cig' (Sig') bustin'
It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a nigga
But soon as holler they spirits
Christmas
barrel, sing like a carol, 'tis the season
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
Gotti can you keep a
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 what you eatin', that 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 (day) off, this the weekend
My on the first, proof in the work, this will crack a nigga cheek in
Nigga- kiss- you know
Go man. Go 'head man

3: Geechi Gotti]
This shit up man
But I can see it now it's all
Most these niggas don't wanna lift you up, the forced to be your Pallbearer
Did y'all hear
Actin' like his do homi's?
Then how come my niggas trapped in the 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
That dead now
Man, when the good die, those be the ones
The last words he heard was "bah bah", sounds just like his daughter's ones
I'm one of the realest in this 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 second chance at
You my gripes?
So much anger inside, hard 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
That's somethin' I teach my child
You the reason why they hate us
I'm a hood where the wrong word will get your face stuck in school
Teacher looked at me said, "I don't see Special."
That's I had the .38 tucked
You a fake
Claimin' my lifestyle, man this unusual
Realized I was to the street life cause every time I walked down a aisle, it was a funeral
shit unusual
I know fiends who be smokin' they lungs sore
I'm in the like this can't be life, I know it's much more
Junky steady knockin' on the front
Nigga, I done seen four heads on the rock like Mt. Rushmore
Nigga what's When ever 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 just to hear a round
This now
My patna just lost in trial, I his mom, she had tears in her eyes
pain really cost her smile
She said, "Gotti you never understand until you lost a child."
She spent all her money him a lawyer, judge still gave him an L
Bet she wished she would've bought him a
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 me rap, y'all don't really know Gotti
Can't talk no gang to me, homie you ain't did enough
The Feds, hit [?] wit' the oowhop when hit him up
You can see the staples under his shirt, that's if he it up
I'm tellin' you, you them niggas had to literally zip him up
what?!
We rep the game until our last is gone
We even put the hood on the tool, our definition of set in (and) stone
The weapon
Out the window and I Hawk him
If the pigs find any shell in 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 your time to change your and sharpen your tool."
That lil' made him a shank
He ain't even been out wit' a bitch, we wasn't trippin'
Least the gave him a date
what you gon' say?
I lost to A.
Ain't no real niggas believe nothin' that say
Cause he believe God the only nigga with the power to life
Him to explain how come that judge keep givin' my niggas all day
And gay
Cause all of a sudden he a banger and y'all believe him
Check his old battles, we didn't see none of that Blood comin' out
He must've been internally
Don't me a reason, these niggas wanna be me
I'm from the G
On a mission the first rule we learned was to leave the phone like E.T
Man, these couldn't beat me
But anyway man, you know it is man,
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 believe them
Nigga

[Round 3:
Man, this nigga said he got shot by at a party
the very next week he said he took his pussy ass back to the party
If a nigga would've shot me by accident at a
The news reporter would've like, "There's entirely too many accidents at this party."
Niggas would've been wit' the bounces
like a relay
Breakin' with the dancers, I would've been cuttin' the DJ
Niggas in the section like, "He up my B-day!"
Beans on the record like an album dropped Freeway
Only way I went back 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 these crimes with your 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 and tired of it all these Tales From The Crypt (Crip)
Nigga, gangstas move in silence, and you
Talkin' 'bout niggas life and then glorify it
The shit I do be so crazy...I gotta do the same exact thing to any nigga that about it
What we talkin' then?
Nigga I real since birth
{Pew, bow, blat Gun gestures with everything in the playpen
At 16 I had my crack charge
By 17 I was in, 20 large off of hard
Mama ain't approve, even let me pay rent
They me a nickle off some dimes and some dimes for the nickle
I said, "This don't 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 niggas all
My second half, Smack pay 10
So Gotti can't talk none of Mafia shit 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
Kickin' with the deuce, Lui Kang, Lao
Nigga cool down or lay down (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush Hours (ours), push the button; Juntao
I'm every little bullet loaded in the tool now
If you don't like the rules under roof then move out
I could give a hoot 'bout, ya mob Crippin'
I'll have red flags wherever Compton Menace
Push the wrong bus Comp 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 until I find a victim
And the sensors off, this non explicit
This kinda distance, turn an H3 to a Honda Civic
The fact of the matter was gettin' at Quantum Physics
He caught the low cuts and the air bubble; Olympics
rain there (reindeer) in the ear; 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 like "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 Champion is nigga, Zip 'Em Up!