Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Geechi
Nigga a bitch!
And I'm here to prove that in front of all vouch you
Get loud in tonight, and I'ma Smack the Volume out you
Nigga get and I'ma show 'em you a pup clown
Stand the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust down
touch down, that's what we holla when the pack land
Gauge wit' me, let the 12 gun this nigga 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" the scene over
I done battled the top pen, when swore it was danger
Then I put JC back in the box he was born in a manger
Nigga Tech-9 got 30'd, got a heart 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 against
Aye I (A.I.) didn't show up but, what we talkin' Practice?
This nigga's an
And he never faced this kind of pressure
I don't even think Shine real he need a tester
Iron stretcher, dawg gon' K laid out with his forehead open
Coroner showed up, we like, "What y'all on? Y'all already know K's slogan."
You know I'm
I'll chuck a "C" in his face, his mug, now we can see in his face
He a
to convince y'all that he's not soft
Get his knocked off
Show me your flag if you want, you shot dawg
I'll 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 the pound
It's a pistol, you just had a battle with Jae?
I'll make you battle the
You can't fuck me, get cut swiftly
Think bankrupt how he went Millz (mills) to a buck 50
This punk
The A.R. will have that on his face torn off
Next he chuck up the X, you'll be in the casket with your arms crossed
This a body, after this, niggas hear from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't of the year money
Listen here
All that shit in battle rap
I feelin' it cuz (cause)
You niggas was over Twork like it was only 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 the bars 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 believe in a parallel- man word to Danny, I do nigga the .9 spittin' crazy
He died at night but his fam' still in (morning) like it's a time difference
My different, every battle this nigga almost rumble
And that's why y'all think cuz wit' the
He be ballin' up his and bitin' at his lip
Every battle he attempt to fight, at 16 I was an attempt
true story, can't tell me how I ain't gon' shoot
Detectives question me murder (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I know Mook."
Bro you, gon' have to realize tonight just ain't yo'
You finna to bite this L the same way you was bitin' [?]
This nigga Shine said, "Oh y'all got me fucked up. Thinkin' I was all 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
I'm a clip sparker, had the knife in the cut
I stabbed him, instead 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 a dick like them trannies you fucked wit'
You'se a fruit cake, pictures with duck lip
The why the shit on your lip ain't healed cause you prolly-
Man
Yeah press play on faggot
I'm sprayin' the ratchet, he try to run and hit back like, I can't hear what you sayin' it's static
And I ain't rappin', nigga this me everyday
I actin' cuz
Crime was payin' me, way Smack and them was
Street nigga, up robbin' packs from plugs
I appreciate this good shit this rap shit does
But Twork, I can always go back to jackin' drugs (Jakk and Drugz)
And it's real-

1: K-Shine]
I yo!
Arm up on the champ like Rocky hit the old
If I don't win, I wet Champion and the winner (in the winter) 'til they get cold
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the whole
Nigga had the gas on both sides like a road
You heard "K-Shine lose a round", you were so stressed
He even started Millz prep like a coat check
The of you
"I can't let you get this cuz, on the whole set."
Nigga I wasn't to take your turn, you get to go next
You heard three rounds of Millz and told nigga he was ready
you'se a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I a cat on his back like Puma kicks
You would get band aids and a mask like The Lunatics
Do some
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 somethin' for you Loc
I'm in the vapors now, I'm get all you smoked
"Rest in to the cuz" will be all you post
Feelin' froggy 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
Watch for anybody wit' him, you see 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 the arms like a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' you don't even know like a carpool
clappin' 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 down the zipper stuck
Watch this turn into a pussy, Nip & Tuck
Knife, I could've punctured his
But the is tucked, so it's 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?"
strapped, point between the grill like a Pontiac
Will he give everybody a wake (awake) insomniacs?
Well that depend on the pill (peel);
Strap under his chin, point at the top, 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 Zombie track
him five rounds from 80, Party Arty back
Boy this 'bout to be crazier than stealin' from a nigga, then ask for a
I'm talkin' like, the doctor see the wounds and they ask for deposits
I'm talkin' crazy like, the hole wide enough, I can hide the in his noggin'
Makin' his roof is past the (pastor) [?], 'Trapped In The Closet'
I had to with 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 movement, get robbed 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' y'all a stench
I don't if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' wit' ya Crips
all get credit for this hit
You know it's 'Hard Out For A Pimp'
Lay it before I raise a pound like a hi-5
Twins and a will shoot (parachute) like a skydive
I'm in your neighborhood a semi, this a drive-by
up Crippy? I get to clockin' 60's like GrindTime
Headshot, that'll put your on the blindside
in knots, that's the definition of some mob ties
Pupils? Y'all owin'
But y'all ain't lookin' through the
This the mafia I'm up an organized (organ eyes) crime
kiss yo' ass goodbye
Pucker up, 12 inch clip, I put a down, enough's enough
You ain't see me runnin' up
Snuck him like a sucker
Big on an arm swingin' do the Humpty Hump
a two shot, 2Pac, get ya crew shot
Oowop, him up
NWX, of you niggas suck
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. Nigga rappin' real elementary shit

But look, I'm Champion Of The Year let me you why
Cause if I get the money 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 gotta split it two grands a and shit
Yeah, so y'all wanna cheer for that
Nigga I'll sleep this
You see the blood leakin' out
The doc's runnin' out of time, I'm at him
But all I think is lookin' at one of his battles 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."
niggas scared of me
That you do be wack
I even call it rap
You say simple shit, that if I said it, these boys wouldn't even 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 him to God; hallelujah."
And you be standin' there stupid like, "That's my junior."
Nigga a loser
Today cuz
You went the Mobb to the X
Niggas been tradin' Shine like a blood
speakin' of Blood, nigga where is you from?
Y'all see how stutterin' that's cause he fake Blood he food coloring
I'm a
Disrespect on my mama I'ma shoot you
I don't wanna hear no Blood call, keep it
I ain't shit but BAOW!
I'd rather let the soowoop you
You gon' who?
I got the heat bang at his friend
It ain't a headshot cause I'm aimin' at a
Is this some gang shit? Or some rap
Three will make a brim disappear
This a hat trick, I'm sick
catch you wit' ya bitch and this shit serious
When she see in a box, it ain't her period
Catch you at BM house and get poppin'
Left lil' leakin' in her pad, the bitch spottin'
Bitch it
Yo' gang bangin' ain't mine
Stop it
My hood got history, all that OG beef, I it
Think surrogates, even though it ain't mines, carry it
I ain't it
Niggas wanna all this gang shit when they don't even know the culture
These niggas only bangin' on like a Jordan poster
Fuck a
Straps auto with the silencer
You can get killed for mistakin' the sound like people sayin' "Monica"
I'm of cuz
Talkin' tough, I show up with the clips and let it spray through
I could've just Shine but for all that spice, I'm smokin' K too (K2)
I used to dope by a staircase
Then I start
Niggas it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em with bare (Bear) face
Nigga face the facts, you from a well known city and you proud of that
Niggas from yo' city, as long as they got money, they can
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 code was that 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 them boys
I got a bald head for the bald nigga in ya clique
Watch the bullets his brain
he survive? I don't know?
Doctor soundin' like a weather man, predict a low chance for Rain
Cuz is get you shot, nigga don't be stupid
If this ya lil' homie, you tell him to stand 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 it's
I'll have an Eagle in ya face cause I ain't into
Got him starin' at the Desert so long he 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, yeah nigga, who you beatin' with '88 lines
AK, the made me hate .9's
This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I found out the ain't mines
This a crime
'bout you gon' give me $9,000
That was somethin' son tried to tease me
But you shot a video called 'New Crib' at Beasley
Who needs the
Talkin' 'bout you only use the
That's when you spend the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You bitchin'
They you and burped you
Give you allowances, prolly 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' from the gun the hit is
Backslide like, "Damn, I thought you was done 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 niggas believe them 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 think a game?
I'm on the celly wit' the bro
In Bay Area, ready to make a hit with '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, Tommy on the stairs like I
BLAAAT!
That shit gang statements
But you Bloody when I blew (blue), nigga we trade places
More to actually
Caught a rapper from SMACK, Shea
The code: Askin' for
(What mean?)
He make it
They playin', like they don't see me on my
JayBlac like easy, we want you speedin' through your rounds
What's all the fuckin' about
this is Geechi versus Shine
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 when I'm takin' off tops
I spill the beans outta reppin' Neighborhood, Watch
I'm not
Put the mop back in the closet, I did the
Nah, turn into that old K-Shine, give 'em
Headshot, he ran off the collar, get ya
It's finna
I keep the button, I missed the floor
I let your son see you gettin' rocked, your core
They took a half by the star; Singapore
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 to spin past
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 whole back
He get the uppercut to the gut and a jab
He gettin' two type of socks, this a mismatch
Tell the homie sit
I took his strap, I his knife, I took his gat
I his Nina, I took his MAC
Now everything's on me, I'm givin'
the smack, bro you thought you was...tryin' to show you Buddy Love
So you can get somebody reppin' Nutty,
Tool in the sweater, I'm 'bout cuz
The choppers out like the in the hot tub
Glock, snub or the semi with the out
Denise on her first date, this will take a clump (Klump) out
squeezin' in the whip like the potion finna run out
Nigga it's been days when I did drills and I wasn't nothin'
When you a shooter, you can tell the off day, the first time you a button
There's been I aim for a noggin', and heard I pushed 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 niggas Superbad, I'm talkin' for organs; McLovin
First Newport of the day, the cig' (Sig')
It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a creepin'
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 a secret
I love my new gun
He
He send a (TECs) under the table, I'm in a meeting
Headshot, I put his eyeballs by the teeth
He be a vegetable, oh watch what you eatin', that nigga
Nigga, we can put the down
Forget the
Believe it, we can on it, I'm in agreement
He fucked up as soon as they (day) off, this the weekend
My crew on the first, proof in the work, will crack a nigga cheek in
Nigga- kiss- you what?
Go man. Go 'head man

[Round 3: Geechi
This shit up man
But I can see it now it's all
Most these niggas don't wanna lift you up, 'til the forced to be your
Did y'all him?
Actin' like his do homi's?
Then how come my niggas in the system like the new Jumanji?
My patna had a baby, he said his changed his life full throttle
First she learned, was how to ask for a bottle
nigga dead now
Man, when the good die, those be the ones
The words he heard was "bah bah", sounds just like his daughter's first ones
I'm one of the realest niggas in shit!
I that stripe
My patna got an L then they charged him with another body, I said that right
Cuz never comin' home, but somehow he got a second chance at life
You understand my
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 gotta teach my
You the reason why they hate us
I'm from a hood where the wrong word will get face stuck in school
Teacher at me said, "I don't see nothin' Special."
That's cause I had the .38
You a fake
my lifestyle, man this shit unusual
Realized I was married to the street life cause every time I walked a aisle, it was a funeral
This unusual
I know fiends who be smokin' they lungs sore
I'm in the spot like this can't be life, I know it's much
Junky steady knockin' on the door
Nigga, I done four heads on the same rock like Mt. Rushmore
Nigga what's war? When ever since a kid been duckin' shots
The first rule was, "Don't run, get down."
Man I was six the time I realized you ain't gotta spar just to hear a round
This now
My patna just in trial, I seen his mom, she had tears in her eyes
That pain cost her smile
She said, "Gotti you will never understand you lost a child."
She spent all her money buyin' him a lawyer, judge gave him an L
Bet she wished she bought him a vowel
I was lost, but now I'm found
Now I the money bag (Moneybagg) wit' me like I'm Yo Gotti
I shoot a nigga after he dead, cause I don't trust nobody (no body)
You hear 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 [?] the oowhop when 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 on the tool, that's our definition of set in (and) stone
The drawn
Out the window and I him down
If the pigs find any shell in this
Cuz I would've I would've lost them rounds
My patna was 15 he took his time
He made a mistake
I said, "Lil dawg, use your time to change life and sharpen your tool."
That lil' nigga him a shank
He ain't never even been out wit' a bitch, we trippin'
the judge gave him a date
Nigga what you gon'
I lost to A.
Ain't no real niggas 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
Cause all of a he a gang banger and y'all believe him
Check his old battles, we see none of that Blood shit comin' out
He must've been bleedin'
Don't give me a reason, niggas wanna 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 niggas beat me
But anyway man, you it is man, Mafia
Man, and when it's real, y'all can tell, y'all can see it in eyes
Yo turn, see if you can make niggas believe lies
Nigga

[Round 3:
Man, this said he got shot by accident at a party
Then the 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 been bouncin' wit' the bounces
like a relay
Breakin' with the dancers, I been cuttin' like the DJ
Niggas in the section like, "He up my B-day!"
Beans on the record like an dropped with Freeway
way I would've went back to the party Bae
Is to a buster (Busta) in the club like 'Pass The Courvoisier'
But everyday you out here puttin' in your clip
Lookin' at all these Hammer crimes with guys
But they the only ones nailed 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 move in silence, and you
Talkin' 'bout other niggas life and glorify it
The shit I do be so crazy...I gotta do the same exact thing to any nigga that talk it
we talkin' 'bout then?
Nigga I been since birth
{Pew, bow, blat blat} Gun gestures with everything in the
At 16 I had my first charge
By 17 I was caged in, 20 off of hard
Mama ain't approve, even let me pay rent
They offered me a nickle off dimes and some dimes for the nickle
I said, "This shit don't make (cents)."
Nigga I 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 niggas all year
My second half, gotta pay 10
So Gotti can't talk none of that 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 button;
I'm talkin' every little bullet 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'
I'll have red flags wherever your Menace
Push the wrong bus like Comp in
Get it through your thick skull until you
Revolver
Nah, this I whip him
He get a out the situation, mind ya business
I palm the biscuit, heat seeking until I find a
And take the off, this non explicit
kinda distance, will 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 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 (book in) slime; Goosebumps
Tool tuck, arm extended "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!