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 tonight, and I'ma Smack the Volume out you
Nigga get and I'ma show 'em you a pup clown
Stand over the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust
Nigga touch down, that's what we holla when the land
wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun this nigga down
(For what?)
Cause he a man
He get the back
Knife open him up, he need closure
Loud buck, so you can hear the "Cut" the scene over
I battled the top pen, when 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, got a heart 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.) show up but, what we talkin' 'bout? Practice?
This nigga's an
And he never faced this kind of pressure
I don't even think Shine real he a diamond tester
Iron stretcher, gon' find K laid out with his forehead open
Coroner up, we like, "What y'all waitin' on? Y'all already know K's slogan."
You I'm locin'
I'll a "C" in his face, open his mug, now we can see in his face
He a
Tryin' to convince y'all that he's not
Get his block off
Show me your flag if you want, you gettin' dawg
leave you and your 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 all the shells still in his body like, "Damn. I guess he never really lost a round."
I'll toss the
a throwaway pistol, you just had a battle with Jae?
I'll make you the blade
You fuck wit' me, get cut swiftly
Think how he went from Millz (mills) to a buck 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, won't hear from him
That black (Blac) bag you ain't Champion of the year money
Listen here
All clique shit in battle rap
I feelin' it cuz (cause)
You niggas was fightin' over like it was only one bitch in the club
I'm grippin' the snub, finna 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 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, every 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 to fight, at 16 I was fightin' an attempt
Nigga 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 ain't yo' night
You finna have to bite 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 to fight for yo' life
Nigga chopper in my
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 care of this little bitch, a sugar daddy
The .9 extended, it's long as a
Just this bitch came wit' a dick like them trannies you fucked wit'
You'se a fruit cake, pictures with duck lip
The reason why the shit on lip ain't healed cause you prolly-
Man
Yeah play on this 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 just rappin', nigga this me
I actin' cuz
Crime was me, way before Smack and them was
Street nigga, came up packs from plugs
Yeah I appreciate this good shit this rap shit
But Twork, I can always go back to jackin' drugs (Jakk and Drugz)
And it's real-

[Round 1:
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) they get cold sweats
Go check, you had NY rockin' witchu, and the west
Nigga had the gas on both sides a road test
You "K-Shine ain't 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 cuz, that's on the whole set."
Nigga I tryin' to take your turn, you get to go next
You heard three rounds of Millz and told that nigga he was
Nigga a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his back 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 shit, I got somethin' special 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
Feelin' froggy somethin' lick and fly until all you croak
Boy, I am 'bout to do your son bad
always feedin' the other one last
F and left back like he wasn't on
for anybody wit' him, you see another gun blast
Pound on the side of mug like #1 Dad
Louie slugger, I go to bat for him mom dukes
Make him have a seat without the arms like a bar
For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' niggas you don't even know a carpool
Bird clappin' off his roof Alonzo with the
Serial on the gun, I ain't scratch it off, I just slide
Then push the label under Gotti like Ja
I'm over him, I let him fly down the zipper stuck
Watch this dickhead into a pussy, Nip & Tuck
Knife, I could've punctured his
But the fifth is tucked, so it's either your get blown or the jig is up
I'm in Bompton, where at?

Ain't no

I'm in like, "Where Gotti at?"
Shotty strapped, point the grill like a Pontiac
Will he give everybody a wake (awake) insomniacs?
that depend on the pill (peel); hypochondriac
Strap his chin, point at the top, like a party hat
His girl like, "Stop, don't start with that."
Shut up, caught him (quarter) with the machine a laundry mat
Hollow's into Drake, like a Zombie track
Give him five from 80, Party Arty back
Boy this 'bout to be crazier than stealin' a nigga, then ask for a solid
I'm talkin' crazy like, the doctor see the and they ask for deposits
I'm talkin' crazy like, the wide enough, I can hide the strap in his noggin'
Makin' his roof is past the (pastor) [?], 'Trapped In The Closet'
I had to gossip with the knife, it's a minute since we chopped it up
But me and the Ruger clip, 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 if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' wit' ya Crips
all get credit for this hit
You know it's Out Here For A Pimp'
Lay it down before I a pound like a hi-5
Twins and a pair shoot (parachute) like a skydive
I'm in your neighborhood a semi, this a drive-by
What up Crippy? I get to clockin' 60's like
Headshot, put your pupils on the blindside
in knots, that's 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)
kiss yo' ass goodbye
Pucker up, 12 inch clip, I put a foot down, enough
You ain't even see me up
Snuck him like a sucker
Big nose on an arm do the Humpty Hump
a two shot, 2Pac, get ya crew shot
Oowop, him up
NWX, rest of you 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. Nigga 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 gotta split it two grands a and shit
Yeah, so don't y'all wanna cheer for
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 cause I see DNA comin' out of Shine
What you niggas together?
Y'all be sittin' on the couch sharin' 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 shit you do be
I can't even it rap
You say simple shit, that if I said it, fuck boys wouldn't even react
You be like, "I'll get stuck in his head. That's a tumor
talkin', he say/she say, that's a rumor
Two .5's lift him to hallelujah."
And you be there lookin' stupid like, "That's my junior."
you'se a loser
Today cuz
You from the Mobb to the X
been tradin' Shine like a blood diamond
Nigga of Blood, nigga where is you from?
see how dude stutterin' that's 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 let the coroner soowoop you
You gon' who?
I got the heat bang at his friend
It ain't a headshot I'm aimin' at a brim
Is this some gang shit? Or 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 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 ain't like mine
Stop it
My hood got history, all OG beef, I inherited it
Think surrogates, even though it mines, I'ma carry it
I hearin' it
Niggas wanna talk all this gang shit when they even know the culture
These niggas only bangin' on pics like a Jordan
a holster
Straps fully auto with the
You can get for mistakin' 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 just slapped but for all that spice, I'm smokin' K too (K2)
I used to sell by a staircase
Then I start
thought it was T-Top, I used 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 y'all will honor
Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if Alpo and Nicky was from my hood, we'd have shot 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 long as they got coins
But I would've shot-
Yeah, okay 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
Will he I don't know?
Doctor like a weather man, they predict 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 know he
If he do, I'm gonna assume that you 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 into surprises
Got him starin' at the so long he think he seein' mirages
You'se a fag, type need to be in the closet
I about y'all 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 chopper me hate .9's
This bitch will get dumped over DNA like I out the baby ain't mines
a hate crime
Talkin' you gon' give me $9,000
That was somethin' son tried to tease me
But you shot a video called Crib' at Beasley house
Who the clout?
'bout you only use the kitchen
That's when you spend the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You bitchin'
They you and burped you
Give you allowances, prolly gave you a
These 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 you was done with this shit."
And when it's real, can tell, y'all can see it in they eyes
It's yo' turn, see if you can make niggas them damn lies

[Round 2:
all facts!
Machete in his
Take out the lil' knife, don't let the short stay like a wit' a hoe
Oh you think a game?
'Til I'm on the wit' the bro
In Bay Area, ready to make a hit with E-40 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 they dropped the call
I'm in the other window, Tommy on the stairs I drawers
BLAAAT!
That shit makin' statements
But you Bloody when I blew (blue), we finna trade places
to actually clap
Caught a from SMACK, Shea Davis
The Askin' for work
(What mean?)
He ain't it
playin', like they don't see me on my grind
JayBlac like easy, we don't want you speedin' through rounds
What's all the hype about
Nigga this is versus Shine
He like, "We you on the ten."
"Why? I can beat him with a .9"
Eagle on my side, for the good flop
Mask and goggles, I'm on my woodshop
Mardi Gras, they titties show when I'm takin' off
I the beans outta anybody reppin' Neighborhood, Watch
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 keep pushin' the button, I missed the
I let son see you gettin' rocked, miss your core
They a half moon by the star; Singapore
I 'em sure
This is here (hair) twisted, he Immature
Bae get the texts (TECs) every minutes, I'm insecure
Let me catch you in your G ride tryin' to spin
Quick
Point in cracker grill; Riff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a diss
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 of socks, this a mismatch
the homie 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 back
This the smack, bro you thought you was...tryin' to show you Buddy
So you can get somebody reppin' Nutty,
in the sweater, I'm 'bout drop 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 squeezin' in the like the potion finna run out
Nigga it's been when I did drills and I wasn't 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 on an empty stomach."
I double back, put the strap, got to cuttin'
Mid sentence, he a part in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption)
I done did niggas Superbad, I'm talkin' ID's for McLovin
First Newport of the day, the (Sig') bustin'
It's a reason, I keep it on the low, a nigga
But soon as they holler they
evening
Double barrel, sing like a carol, 'tis the
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
Gotti can you a secret
I my new gun connect
He
He send a text (TECs) under the table, I'm in a
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 gettin' fucked up as soon as they (day) off, the weekend
My crew on the first, proof in the work, this crack a nigga cheek in
Nigga- you know what?
Go ahead man. Go man

3: Geechi Gotti]
This shit up man
But I can see it now it's all
Most these don't wanna lift you up, 'til the forced to be your Pallbearer
Did y'all him?
Actin' his crew do homi's?
Then how come my niggas trapped in the like the new Jumanji?
My patna had a baby, he said his daughter his life full throttle
First she learned, was how to ask for a bottle
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 first
I'm one of the realest in this shit!
I demand that
My patna got an L then they charged him with another body, yeah I said that
Cuz ain't never comin' home, but he got a second 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 brief case was a speedy
These is wild
That's somethin' I gotta teach my
You know the why they hate us
I'm from a hood where the word will get your face stuck in school
Teacher looked at me said, "I see nothin' Special."
That's cause I had the .38
You a fuck
my lifestyle, man this shit unusual
Realized I was married to the street life cause 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 on the front door
Nigga, I done seen four heads on the same rock Mt. Rushmore
Nigga what's When ever since a kid I've been duckin' shots
The first rule was, "Don't run, get down."
Man I was six the first time I realized you ain't spar just to hear a round
clear now
My patna lost in trial, I seen his mom, she had tears in her eyes
That pain really cost her
She said, "Gotti you will understand until you lost a child."
She spent all her buyin' him a lawyer, judge still gave him an L
Bet she wished she would've him a vowel
I was lost, but now I'm found
Now I keep the money bag (Moneybagg) me like I'm Yo Gotti
I still shoot a after he dead, cause I don't trust nobody (no body)
You niggas me rap, y'all don't really know Gotti
Can't no gang shit to me, homie you ain't did enough
The Feds, hit [?] wit' the when they hit him up
You can see the under his shirt, that's if he lift it up
I'm just you, you them niggas had to literally zip him up
what?!
We rep the until our last breath is gone
We even put the hood on the tool, that's our of set in (and) stone
The weapon
Out the window and I Hawk him
If the find any shell in this whip
Cuz I would've wish I lost them rounds
My patna was 15 when he took his
He just a mistake
I said, "Lil dawg, use time to change your life and sharpen your tool."
That nigga made him a shank
He never even been out wit' a bitch, we wasn't trippin'
Least the judge him a date
Nigga what you gon'
I lost to A.
Ain't no real niggas believe nothin' fraud say
he believe God the only nigga with the power to give life
Tell Him to explain how that judge keep givin' my niggas all day
And gay
Cause all of a sudden he a gang banger and y'all 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 from the G
On a mission the first we learned was to leave the phone home like E.T
Man, these niggas beat me
But man, you know it is man, Mafia
Man, and when it's real, y'all can tell, can see it in they eyes
Yo turn, see if you can make niggas believe lies
Nigga

[Round 3:
Man, nigga 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 would've shot me by accident at a party
The news reporter would've like, "There's entirely too many accidents at this party."
would've been bouncin' 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 an album dropped with Freeway
way I would've went back to the party Bae
Is to shoot a buster (Busta) in the club like The Courvoisier'
But you out here puttin' shells in your clip
at all these Hammer crimes with your guys
But they the ones gettin' nailed for the shit?
This why I you lyin', and anything you sellings 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 talk about it
What we talkin' 'bout
Nigga I real since birth
{Pew, bow, blat} Gun gestures with everything in the playpen
At 16 I had my first crack
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 battle 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 can't talk none of that Mafia shit to made men
Now the contradiction
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 cool or lay down here (hair) Nu Nellz
Rush Hours (ours), the goddamn button; Juntao
I'm talkin' every little bullet loaded in the now
If you don't like the rules under this roof move out
I could a hoot 'bout, ya mob still Crippin'
I'll have red flags your Compton Menace
Push the wrong bus Comp in Menace
Get it your thick skull until you comprehensive
spinin'
Nah, time I whip him
He get a butt out the situation, ya business
I the biscuit, heat seeking until I find a victim
And take the sensors off, this non
kinda distance, will 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
Then there (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) 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 crew shot wit' an oowop, him up
NWX, the rest of these suck
And the is here nigga, Zip 'Em Up!