Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Geechi
you'se a bitch!
And I'm here to prove in front of all that vouch you
Get loud in here tonight, and Smack the Volume out you
get tough and I'ma show 'em you a pup clown
Stand over the body, 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 this down
(For what?)
he a black man
He get the hand
Knife open him up, he gon' need
Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" like the scene
I done battled the top pen, when niggas 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 Top and Nitty, two niggas you ain't even fought yet
I had tougher competition, if we talkin' 'bout against Ward
Aye I (A.I.) didn't show up but, we talkin' 'bout? Practice?
nigga's an actress
And he never faced this kind of pressure
I don't even Shine real he need a diamond tester
Iron stretcher, dawg find K laid out with his forehead open
Coroner showed up, we like, "What waitin' on? Y'all already know K's slogan."
You know I'm
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 block off
Show me your if you want, you gettin' shot dawg
I'll leave you and your rag wet up, now a wash cloth
I'll watch dawg, 50 shots, Glocks, that's how a boss get down
The found all the shells still in his body like, "Damn. I guess he never really lost a round."
toss the pound
It's a pistol, you just had a battle with Jae?
I'll make you the blade
You can't wit' me, get cut swiftly
Think bankrupt how he went from Millz (mills) to a 50
This punk
The A.R. will that look on his face torn off
Next time he chuck up the X, you'll be in the casket with your arms
a body, after this, niggas won't hear from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't Champion of the money
here dummy
All that clique in battle rap
I ain't it cuz (cause)
You was fightin' over Twork like it was only one bitch in the club
I'm grippin' the snub, finna you
Two shot, get one in his mouth, he tryin' 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 niggas believe in a parallel- man 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 different, every battle this nigga almost rumble
And that's why y'all think cuz the shit?
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, can't 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 just ain't yo' night
You finna have to bite L the same way you was bitin' [?]
nigga Shine said, "Oh y'all got me fucked up. Thinkin' I was all bark but no bite."
BAOW! see you attempt to fight for yo' life
Nigga in my hands
My K vs this K, see who's rounds hit harder
Nigga I'm a sparker, had the knife 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 as a musket
Just sayin' this bitch came wit' a dick them trannies you fucked wit'
You'se a fruit cake, takin' pictures duck lip
The reason why the on your 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 it's static
And I ain't just rappin', this me everyday
I actin' cuz
Crime was payin' me, way before and them was
Street nigga, came up robbin' packs 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-

1: K-Shine]
I yo!
Arm up on the champ like hit the old steps
If I don't win, I wet Champion and the winner (in the winter) 'til get cold sweats
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the west
Nigga had the gas on both sides a road test
You heard "K-Shine ain't lose a round", you were so
He even helpin' Millz 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 Millz and that nigga he was ready
Nigga a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his like Puma kicks
You get band aids and half a mask like The Lunatics
Do shit
Block drills, yellin' out, "Move the kids!"
I even nick a (nicotine) in the hand, let's see who can (hookah) stick
Enough of hookah shit, I got somethin' special for you Loc
I'm in the vapors now, I'm get all you smoked
"Rest in peace to the cuz" be all you post
Feelin' froggy then somethin' and fly until all you croak
Boy, I am 'bout to do your son bad
Like feedin' the other one last
F and left back he wasn't on task
Watch for anybody him, you see another gun blast
Pound on the of Coffee mug like #1 Dad
Louie slugger, I go to bat for him like mom
him have a seat without the arms like a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' niggas you even know like a carpool
Bird clappin' off his roof Alonzo the Piru's
Serial on the gun, I ain't scratch it off, I just through
Then push the label under Gotti like Ja
I'm over him, I let him fly down like the stuck
Watch this dickhead turn a pussy, Nip & Tuck
Knife, I could've punctured his
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 between the grill a Pontiac
he give everybody a wake (awake) like insomniacs?
Well that depend on the (peel); hypochondriac
under 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 Mike 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' crazy like, the see the wounds and they ask for deposits
I'm talkin' crazy like, the wide enough, I can hide the strap in his noggin'
Makin' sure his roof is past the (pastor) [?], In The Closet'
I had to with the knife, it's been a minute 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 Mafia
My squadin' up
[?] wit' a inf', leavin' y'all wit' a
I care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' wit' ya Crips
They all get for this hit
You know it's 'Hard Out 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 wit' a semi, this a
What up Crippy? I get to 60's like GrindTime
Headshot, that'll put pupils on the blindside
Stomach in knots, the definition of some mob ties
Pupils? Y'all owin'
But ain't lookin' 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's
You ain't even see me up
Snuck him like a sucker
Big nose on an arm swingin' do the Hump
That's a two shot, 2Pac, get ya crew
Oowop, him up
NWX, rest of you niggas
1-0 nigga, zip him up!

[Round 2: Geechi
Shut all that bullshit up. All fucked up for even gassin' that shit right there man. Nigga rappin' some real elementary shit

But look, I'm Champion Of The Year let me you why
Cause if I get the money I'ma go right back to the hood with my 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 cheer for that
Nigga sleep 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 cause I just see DNA comin' out of Shine
What you right together?
Y'all be sittin' on the couch ideas like it's therapy
Judgin' off his last battle, my partner said, "That couldn't be Shine. Cause was Eric B."
niggas scared of me
That you do be wack
I can't call it rap
You say simple shit, that if I said it, these fuck boys wouldn't even
You be like, "I'll get something in his head. That's a tumor
Ratchet's talkin', he say/she say, a rumor
Two .5's lift him to hallelujah."
And you be standin' there lookin' like, "That's my junior."
Nigga a loser
Today cuz
You went from the to the X
Niggas been tradin' like a blood diamond
Nigga of Blood, nigga where is you from?
Y'all see how dude that's cause he fake Blood he food coloring
I'm a
Disrespect that on my mama shoot 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 gon' shoot
I got the heat bang at his friend
It ain't a headshot I'm aimin' at a brim
Is this some gang Or some 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
When she see Blood in a box, it ain't her
you at your BM house and get poppin'
Left lil' leakin' in her pad, the bitch spottin'
stop it
Yo' gang bangin' like mine
Stop 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 don't know the culture
These only bangin' on pics like a Jordan poster
a holster
Straps fully auto the silencer
You can get killed for the sound like white people sayin' "Monica"
I'm of cuz
Talkin' tough, I show up with the clips and let it spray through
I could've slapped Shine but for all that 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 bare (Bear) face
Nigga the facts, you from a well known snitch city and you proud of that
Niggas from yo' city, as long as they got money, they can
And will honor 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 fuck mean?)
As as that nigga can be a rat, as long as they got some coins
But look I would've
Yeah, okay to be a rat as long as they got some coins
I shot them boys
I got a bald head for the bald head in ya clique
Watch the bullets his brain
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 when he know he losin'
If he do, I'm assume that you told cuz, do it on my Power shit
Rain'll (Raina'll) get killed how the bro was movin'
Oh boomin'
have an Eagle in ya face cause I ain't into surprises
Got him starin' at the Desert so 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 get the back end, he let DNA keep the deposits
It's 2018, yeah nigga, who you beatin' with them '88
AK, the chopper made me .9's
This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I out the baby ain't mines
This a crime
Talkin' 'bout you give me $9,000
That was somethin' son to tease me 'bout
But you shot a called 'New Crib' at Beasley house
Who the clout?
'bout 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, 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 you was done with this shit."
And it's real, y'all can tell, y'all 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, don't let the stay like a telly wit' a hoe
Oh you it's a game?
'Til I'm on the celly the bro
In Bay Area, ready to make a hit with E-40 'Tell Me To Go'
Knock it over, or every on the hour, they'll be changin' all your cotton balls
on your 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 makin' gang statements
But you Bloody when I blew (blue), we finna trade places
More to actually
Caught a rapper 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 speedin' through rounds
What's all the fuckin' about
Nigga this is Geechi versus
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? When I can beat him a .9"
on my side, waitin' for the good flop
Mask and goggles, I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, they titties show I'm takin' off tops
I spill the beans outta anybody reppin' Neighborhood,
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 pour
I pushin' the button, I missed the floor
I let your son see you gettin' rocked, miss your
They took a half moon by the 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 G ride tryin' to spin past
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 uppercut to the gut and a jab
He gettin' two different of socks, this 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
the smack, bro you thought you was...tryin' to show you Buddy Love
So you can get somebody Nutty, Professor
Tool in the sweater, I'm 'bout cuz
The out like the grandma in the hot tub
Glock, snub or the semi the drum out
on her first date, this shit will take a clump (Klump) out
Professor in the whip like the potion 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 time you a button
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 double back, put down the strap, got to
Mid sentence, he caught a in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption)
I done did niggas Superbad, I'm ID's for organs; McLovin
First Newport of the day, the cig' (Sig')
a reason, I keep it on the low, a nigga creepin'
But soon as they holler spirits
Christmas
barrel, sing like a carol, 'tis the season
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
Gotti can you keep a
I love my new gun
He
He send a text (TECs) 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 guns
Forget the
Believe it, we can shake on it, I'm in
He fucked up as soon as they (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 man. Go 'head man

3: Geechi Gotti]
This shit up man
But I can see it now all clearer
Most these niggas don't wanna lift you up, 'til the forced to be your
Did hear him?
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
words she learned, was how to ask for a bottle
That nigga now
Man, when the good die, those be the worst
The words he heard was "bah bah", sounds just like his daughter's first ones
I'm one of the realest in this shit!
I demand stripe
My patna got an L then charged him with another body, yeah I said that right
Cuz ain't never comin' home, but somehow he got a chance at life
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 case was a speedy trial
These streets is
That's I gotta teach my child
You know the why they 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 I had the .38 tucked
You a fake
my lifestyle, man this shit unusual
Realized I was married to the street cause every time I walked down a aisle, it was a funeral
This unusual
I know fiends who be until they lungs sore
I'm in the spot like this can't be life, I know much more
Junky knockin' on the front door
Nigga, I done seen four on the same rock like Mt. Rushmore
Nigga what's war? When ever since a kid I've been duckin'
The first rule was, "Don't run, get down."
Man I was six the first I realized you ain't gotta spar just to hear a round
clear now
My patna just lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had in her eyes
That pain really cost her
She said, "Gotti you will understand until you lost a child."
She spent all her money buyin' him a lawyer, still gave him an L
Bet she she would've bought him a vowel
Nigga I was lost, but now I'm
Now I keep the money bag (Moneybagg) wit' me I'm Yo Gotti
I still shoot a nigga after he dead, cause I don't nobody (no body)
You niggas hear me rap, don't really know Gotti
Can't talk no gang shit to me, homie you ain't did
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 tellin' you, you them niggas had to literally zip him up
what?!
We rep the game until our breath is gone
We even put the hood on the tool, that's our definition of set in (and)
The weapon
Out the window and I Hawk him
If the pigs any shell in this whip
Cuz I would've wish I would've them rounds
My patna was 15 when he his time
He just a mistake
I said, "Lil dawg, use your time to change your life and your tool."
That lil' made him a shank
He never even been out wit' a bitch, we wasn't trippin'
Least the judge gave him a
Nigga what you gon'
I lost to A.
Ain't no real niggas believe nothin' that say
Cause he God the only nigga with 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 none of Blood shit comin' out
He must've internally bleedin'
Don't me a reason, these niggas wanna be me
I'm the streets G
On a mission the first we learned was to leave the phone home like E.T
Man, these niggas beat me
But anyway man, you know it is man,
Man, and when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they
Yo turn, see if you can make niggas believe them
Nigga

3: K-Shine]
Man, this nigga 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 would've shot me by at a party
The news reporter would've been like, "There's entirely too many 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 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 shoot a (Busta) in the club like 'Pass The Courvoisier'
But everyday you out here puttin' shells in clip
Lookin' at all these Hammer crimes your guys
But they the only ones nailed for the shit?
This why I know you lyin', and anything you a jip
Murder in story, I'm sick and tired of it all these Tales From The Crypt (Crip)
Nigga, gangstas in silence, and you wildin'
Talkin' other 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 'bout then?
Nigga I been real birth
{Pew, bow, blat blat} Gun gestures 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 some 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 this gun who gon' them?"
For that, I been kill y'all niggas all
My half, Smack gotta pay 10
So Gotti can't talk of that 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
cool down or lay down here (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush Hours (ours), push the goddamn button;
I'm talkin' little bullet loaded in the tool now
If you don't like the rules under this roof then out
I could give a hoot 'bout, ya mob Crippin'
have red flags wherever your Compton Menace
Push the wrong bus like in Menace
Get it your thick skull until you comprehensive
spinin'
Nah, time I whip him
He get a out the situation, mind ya business
I palm the biscuit, seeking until I find a victim
And take the sensors off, non explicit
This kinda distance, turn an H3 to a Honda Civic
The of the matter was gettin' at him; Quantum Physics
He the low cuts and the air bubble; Lebron Olympics
rain there (reindeer) in the ear; Donner/Blitzen
My mind is twisted, bulb in the ceilin', I'm screwed up
Ya jewels plus, I get to bookin' (book in) slime;
tuck, arm extended like "Move up"
Comin' to kill, one in the mil' like love
Nigga 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!