Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Geechi
Nigga a bitch!
And I'm here to that in front of all that vouch you
Get loud in here tonight, and Smack the Volume out you
Nigga get tough and show 'em you a pup clown
Stand over the body, just like 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 back
open him up, he gon' need closure
Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" like the scene
I done the top pen, when niggas swore it was danger
Then I put JC back in the box he was born in a manger
Tech-9 got 30'd, Suge got a heart check
I went to war with Top and Nitty, two you ain't even fought yet
I had tougher competition, if we talkin' 'bout matches against
Aye I (A.I.) didn't show up but, what we talkin' Practice?
This an actress
And he ain't never faced kind of pressure
I don't even think real he need a diamond tester
Iron stretcher, dawg gon' find K laid out with his open
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, open his mug, now we can see in his
He a
to convince y'all that he's not soft
Get his knocked off
Show me your if you want, you gettin' shot dawg
I'll leave you and rag wet up, now it's a wash cloth
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 guess he never really a round."
I'll the pound
It's a pistol, you just had a battle with Jae?
make you battle the blade
You can't fuck 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
This a body, after this, niggas won't from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't Champion of the year
Listen dummy
All that shit in battle rap
I feelin' it cuz (cause)
You niggas was fightin' over Twork like it was only one 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 y'all 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 in a parallel- man word to Danny, I do nigga the .9 spittin' it's crazy
He at night but his fam' still in mourning (morning) like it's a time difference
My mind different, every battle this nigga rumble
And that's why think cuz wit' the shit?
He be ballin' up his fist and at his lip
Every battle he to fight, at 16 I was fightin' an attempt
Nigga story, can't tell me how I ain't gon' shoot
Detectives question me 'bout (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I know Mook."
Bro you, gon' to realize tonight just ain't yo' night
You finna have to this L the same way you was bitin' [?]
This nigga Shine said, "Oh y'all got me fucked up. I was all bark but no bite."
BAOW! Let's see you attempt to fight for yo'
Nigga in my hands
My K vs this K, let's see who's hit harder
I'm a clip sparker, had the knife in the cut
I could've stabbed him, instead I let the .40 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 trannies you fucked 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 on this faggot
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', nigga this me
I ain't cuz
was payin' me, way before Smack and them was
Street nigga, came up robbin' from plugs
Yeah I appreciate this good this rap shit does
But think Twork, I can always go back to jackin' (Jakk and Drugz)
And when it's

1: K-Shine]
I yo!
Arm up on the like Rocky hit the old steps
If I don't win, I wet and the winner (in the winter) 'til they get cold sweats
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the west
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' Millz prep like a check
The of you
"I let you get this cuz, that's on the whole set."
Nigga I wasn't tryin' to take your turn, you get to go
You heard three rounds of and told that nigga he was ready
Nigga a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his like Puma kicks
You would get band aids and half a like The Lunatics
Do shit
drills, they yellin' out, "Move the kids!"
I even a teen (nicotine) in the hand, let's see who can (hookah) stick
Enough of that hookah shit, I got special for you Loc
I'm in the vapors now, I'm finna get all you
"Rest in peace to the cuz" will be all you
froggy then somethin' 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 left back like he on task
for anybody wit' him, you see another gun blast
Pound on the 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 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 just slide
Then the label under Gotti like Ja Rule
I'm over him, I let him fly like the zipper stuck
Watch this dickhead turn into a pussy, Nip &
Knife, I could've his lung
But the fifth is tucked, so it's 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?"
Shotty strapped, point between the like a Pontiac
Will he everybody a wake (awake) like insomniacs?
that depend on the pill (peel); hypochondriac
Strap under his chin, point at the top, like a hat
His girl like, "Stop, don't y'all start that."
Shut up, caught him (quarter) with the like a laundry mat
into Drake, like a Mike Zombie track
Give him rounds from 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 and they ask for deposits
I'm talkin' like, the hole wide enough, I can hide the strap in his noggin'
sure his roof is past the (pastor) [?], 'Trapped In The Closet'
I had to gossip with the knife, 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 alley with a up
Fuck ya lil' C's (Lil' Cease), shoot ya seed if ya Junior Mafia
My crew's up
[?] wit' a inf', y'all wit' a stench
I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there wit' ya Crips
They all get credit for hit
You know 'Hard Out Here For A Pimp'
Lay it before I raise a pound like a hi-5
Twins and a pair will (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 your on the blindside
in knots, that's the definition of some mob ties
Pupils? Stomach? Y'all
But ain't lookin' through the guidelines
This the I'm settin' up an organized (organ eyes) crime
kiss yo' ass goodbye
Pucker up, 12 clip, I put a foot down, enough's enough
You ain't even see me up
Snuck him like a punch
Big on an arm swingin' do the Humpty Hump
That's a two shot, 2Pac, get ya 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 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 niggas all helped him write it so they gotta split it two grands a piece and shit
Yeah, so don't y'all wanna 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 battles cause I just see DNA out of Shine
What you right together?
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 scared of me
That you do be wack
I can't call it rap
You say simple shit, that if I it, these fuck boys wouldn't even react
You be like, "I'll get something stuck in his head. That's a
Ratchet's talkin', he say, that's a rumor
Two .5's lift him to hallelujah."
And you be standin' there lookin' like, "That's my junior."
you'se a loser
Today cuz
You went from the to the X
Niggas tradin' Shine like a blood diamond
Nigga speakin' of Blood, where is you from?
Y'all see how dude stutterin' that's cause he Blood he food coloring
I'm a
Disrespect that on my I'ma shoot you
I don't wanna 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 that'll bang at his friend
It ain't a headshot cause I'm aimin' at a
Is this gang shit? Or some rap shit?
Three will make a brim disappear
This a hat trick, I'm sick
I'll catch you wit' ya bitch and this serious
When she see Blood in a box, it her period
Catch you at your BM house and get
Left lil' Blood leakin' in her pad, the bitch
Bitch it
Yo' gang bangin' like mine
comparin' it
My hood got history, all OG beef, I inherited it
Think surrogates, 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 the culture
These only bangin' on pics like a Jordan poster
a holster
Straps fully with the silencer
You can get killed for mistakin' the sound like people sayin' "Monica"
I'm of cuz
Talkin' tough, 'til I show up with the and let it spray through
I just slapped Shine but for all that spice, I'm smokin' K too (K2)
I used to sell dope by a
Then I jackin'
Niggas thought it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em with bare (Bear)
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, can tell
And y'all will honor
ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we'd have shot them boys
I y'all code word was that Chuck E. Cheese
(What the fuck mean?)
As long as that nigga can be a rat, as as they got some coins
But I would've shot-
Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as long as got some coins
I shot them boys
I got a bald for the bald head nigga in ya clique
the bullets smash his brain
Will he survive? I know?
Doctor soundin' like a weather man, they a low chance for Rain
Cuz is gon' get you shot, nigga be stupid
If this ya lil' homie, you better him to stand there and rap
Don't get emotional when he know he
If he do, I'm assume 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 in ya face cause I ain't into surprises
Got him starin' at the Desert so long he think he mirages
You'se a fag, that need 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 me hate .9's
This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I found out the baby mines
This a hate
Talkin' you gon' give me $9,000
That was somethin' son to tease me 'bout
But you shot a video called 'New at Beasley house
Who the clout?
Talkin' 'bout you use the kitchen
That's cause when you spend the night, he got you doin' the
You bitchin'
They bathed you and you
Give you allowances, prolly you a curfew
niggas birthed you
You they baby K, thought you was they killer then realized you gettin' killed, oh you K
The .80
slippin' from the gun where the hit is
Backslide like, "Damn, I thought you was with this 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

2: K-Shine]
all facts!
in his throat
Take out the lil' knife, let the short stay like a telly wit' a hoe
Oh you it's a game?
'Til I'm on the 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 changin' all your cotton
Checkin' on your respirators, makin' your socks is on
Hospital bed, jacked up in the air they dropped the call
I'm in the other window, on the stairs like I drawers
BLAAAT!
That shit makin' gang
But you Bloody when I blew (blue), nigga we trade places
More to clap
Caught a from SMACK, Shea Davis
The Askin' for work
(What mean?)
He ain't it
They playin', like they see me on my grind
JayBlac like easy, we don't you speedin' through your rounds
What's all the fuckin' hype
Nigga this is versus Shine
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? When I can beat him a .9"
Eagle on my side, for the good flop
Mask and goggles, I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, titties show when I'm takin' 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 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, miss your
They took a half moon by the star;
I 'em sure
This mark is here (hair) twisted, he
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 grill; Raff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss
all it takes is one .50 to push Gotti whole shit back
He get the uppercut to the gut and a jab
He gettin' two different type of socks, a mismatch
the homie sit back
I took his strap, I his knife, I took his gat
I took his Nina, I his MAC
Now everything's on me, I'm givin'
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 out like the grandma in the hot tub
Glock, or the semi with the drum out
Denise on her first date, shit will take a clump (Klump) out
Professor squeezin' in the like the potion finna run out
Nigga it's been days when I did drills and I hittin' nothin'
When you a shooter, you can the off day, the first 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 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
Newport of the day, the cig' (Sig') bustin'
It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a creepin'
But soon as holler they spirits
Christmas
Double barrel, sing like a carol, 'tis the
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
Gotti can you keep a
I my new gun connect
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 watch what you eatin', that nigga
Nigga, we can put the down
the squeezin'
Believe it, we can shake on it, I'm in
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 ahead man. Go man

3: Geechi Gotti]
This shit 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 y'all him?
Actin' like his crew do
Then how come my niggas trapped in the system 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 ones
The last words he heard was "bah bah", sounds like his daughter's first ones
I'm one of the realest in this shit!
I demand that
My patna got an L then they him with another body, yeah I said that right
Cuz ain't never comin' home, but somehow he got a second chance at
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
somethin' I gotta teach my child
You know the why they hate us
I'm from a hood the wrong word 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 fuck
Claimin' my lifestyle, man this unusual
Realized I was married to the life cause every time I walked down a aisle, it was a funeral
This shit
I know fiends who be smokin' they lungs sore
I'm in the spot like this can't be life, I know it's more
Junky knockin' on the front door
Nigga, I done seen four heads on the same rock like Mt.
Nigga war? 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 you ain't gotta spar just to hear a round
clear now
My patna just lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had tears in her
That really cost her smile
She said, "Gotti you will understand until you lost a child."
She spent all her money 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 shoot a nigga after he dead, cause I don't trust nobody (no body)
You niggas hear me rap, y'all don't really know
Can't talk no gang shit to me, homie you ain't did
The Feds, hit [?] wit' the oowhop when hit him up
You can see the staples under his shirt, if he lift it up
I'm just you, you them niggas had to literally zip him up
what?!
We rep the game our last breath is gone
We put the hood on the tool, that's our definition of set in (and) stone
The weapon
Out the window and I him down
If the pigs find any shell in this
Cuz I wish I would've lost them rounds
My patna was 15 when he took his
He made a mistake
I said, "Lil dawg, use your time to change your life and sharpen tool."
That lil' nigga made him a
He ain't never even been out a bitch, we wasn't trippin'
Least the judge gave him a
Nigga what you say?
I lost to A.
Ain't no niggas believe nothin' that fraud say
Cause he believe God the only with the power to give life
Tell Him to explain how come that keep givin' my niggas all day
And gay
all of a sudden he a gang banger and y'all believe him
Check his old battles, we didn't see none of that shit comin' out
He must've internally bleedin'
Don't me a reason, these niggas wanna be me
I'm from the G
On a mission the first we learned was to leave the phone home like E.T
Man, these couldn't beat me
But anyway man, you know it is man,
Man, and when real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
Yo turn, see if you can make believe them lies
time

[Round 3:
Man, this nigga said he got shot by at a party
Then the very next week he said he took his ass back to the party
If a nigga would've shot me by accident at a
The news reporter would've been like, "There's entirely too many at this party."
Niggas would've been wit' the bounces
Runnin' like a
with the dancers, I would've been cuttin' like the DJ
Niggas in the like, "He fuckin' up my B-day!"
Beans on the record like an album dropped Freeway
way I would've went back to the party Bae
Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the club 'Pass The Courvoisier'
But everyday you out here puttin' shells in clip
Lookin' at all Hammer crimes with your guys
But they the only ones gettin' for the shit?
This why I know you lyin', and you sellings a jip
Murder in every story, I'm sick and tired of it all these Tales 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 do the same exact thing to any nigga that talk about it
What we talkin' then?
Nigga I real since birth
{Pew, bow, blat blat} Gun gestures with in the playpen
At 16 I had my crack charge
By 17 I was caged in, 20 large off of
Mama ain't approve, even let me pay rent
They offered me a off some dimes and some dimes for the nickle
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 this gun who raise them?"
For that, I been kill y'all niggas all
My second half, gotta pay 10
So can't talk none 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
with the deuce, Lui Kang, Kung Lao
Nigga down or lay down here (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush Hours (ours), push the goddamn Juntao
I'm talkin' every bullet loaded in the tool now
If you don't like the under this roof then move out
I could give a hoot 'bout, ya mob Crippin'
I'll have red flags wherever your Menace
Push the wrong bus like in Menace
Get it your thick skull until you comprehensive
Revolver
Nah, this I whip him
He get a butt out the situation, mind ya
I palm the biscuit, seeking until I find a victim
And take the off, this non explicit
This kinda distance, turn an H3 to a Honda Civic
The fact of the matter was at him; Quantum Physics
He caught the low cuts and the air bubble; Lebron
Then rain there (reindeer) in the ear;
My mind is twisted, light 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 like true 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 Champion is nigga, Zip 'Em Up!