Luyện nghe bài hát K-Shine vs. Geechi Gotti

[Round 1: Geechi
Nigga a bitch!
And I'm here to prove that in of all that vouch you
Get in here tonight, and I'ma Smack the Volume out you
get tough and I'ma show 'em you a pup clown
Stand the body, just like your jewelry, I gotta bust down
Nigga down, that's what we holla when the pack land
Gauge wit' me, I'ma let the 12 gun this nigga
(For what?)
he a black man
He get the back
Knife him up, he gon' need closure
Loud buck, so you can the "Cut" like the scene over
I battled the top pen, when niggas swore it was danger
Then I put JC in the box since he was born in a manger
Nigga got 30'd, Suge got a heart check
I went to war with Top and Nitty, two niggas you ain't fought yet
I had competition, if we talkin' 'bout matches against Ward
Aye I (A.I.) didn't show up but, what we 'bout? Practice?
This an actress
And he ain't never this kind of pressure
I don't even think Shine 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 know I'm
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 not soft
Get his block off
Show me your flag if you want, you gettin' shot
leave you and your rag wet up, now it's a wash cloth
I'll watch dawg, 50 shots, extended Glocks, 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 throwaway pistol, you had a battle with Jae?
I'll make you the blade
You fuck wit' me, get cut swiftly
Think bankrupt how he went from Millz (mills) to a 50
punk silly
The A.R. will have that on his face torn off
Next time he chuck up the X, you'll be in the with your arms crossed
a body, after this, niggas won't hear from him
That black (Blac) bag you gettin' ain't of the year money
Listen dummy
All clique shit in battle rap
I ain't it cuz (cause)
You niggas was fightin' over Twork like it was one bitch in the club
I'm the snub, finna terrorize 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 word to Danny, I do the .9 spittin' it's crazy
He died at night but his still in mourning (morning) like it's a time difference
My mind different, every battle nigga almost rumble
And that's why y'all think cuz wit' the
He be ballin' up his fist and at his lip
Every battle he attempt to fight, at 16 I was an attempt
Nigga true story, can't tell me how I ain't gon'
question me 'bout murder (Murda)
I said, "Bitch I don't Mook."
Bro you, gon' have to tonight just ain't yo' night
You finna have to this L the same way you was bitin' [?]
This nigga Shine said, "Oh got me fucked up. Thinkin' I was all bark but no bite."
BAOW! Let's see you to fight for yo' life
Nigga in my hands
My K vs this K, let's see rounds 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, it's a daddy
The .9 extended, it's as a musket
sayin' this bitch came wit' a dick like them trannies you fucked wit'
You'se a fruit cake, takin' pictures with lip
The reason why the shit on lip ain't 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
Crime was me, way before Smack and them was
nigga, came up robbin' packs from plugs
Yeah I appreciate this good shit this rap does
But think Twork, I can always go to jackin' drugs (Jakk and Drugz)
And it's real-

1: K-Shine]
I yo!
Arm up on the champ Rocky hit the old steps
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 sides like a road test
You heard "K-Shine ain't lose a round", you so stressed
He even helpin' 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 tryin' to take turn, you get to go next
You heard three rounds of Millz and told nigga he was ready
Nigga a bitch!
Ruger clip, if I sneak a cat on his back Puma kicks
You would get band aids and a mask like The Lunatics
Do shit
drills, they yellin' out, "Move the kids!"
I even nick a (nicotine) in the hand, let's see who can (hookah) stick
of that hookah shit, I got somethin' 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
Feelin' then 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
for anybody wit' him, you see another gun blast
Pound on the side of Coffee mug #1 Dad
Louie slugger, I go to bat for him like mom
Make him have a without the arms like a bar stool
For helpin' Millz, ridin' wit' niggas you don't know like a carpool
Bird clappin' off his roof Alonzo the Piru's
Serial on the gun, I ain't it off, I just slide through
Then push the label under Gotti like Ja
I'm over him, I let him fly like the zipper stuck
Watch this dickhead turn into a pussy, Nip &
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, where at?

Ain't no

I'm in like, "Where Gotti at?"
Shotty strapped, point between the grill like a
Will he give a wake (awake) like insomniacs?
Well that 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 machine like a mat
Hollow's into Drake, like a Mike track
Give him five rounds 80, Party Arty back
Boy this to be crazier 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 wide enough, I can hide the strap in his noggin'
Makin' sure his roof is past the (pastor) [?], In The Closet'
I had to gossip with the knife, it's been a 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 lil' C's (Lil' Cease), I'll shoot ya if ya Junior Mafia
My squadin' up
[?] wit' a inf', leavin' y'all wit' a
I don't care if you rep Three, 6, Mafia, out there mobbin' ya Crips
They all get for this hit
You know it's Out Here For A Pimp'
Lay it down before I raise a pound 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 clockin' 60's GrindTime
Headshot, that'll put pupils on the blindside
Stomach in knots, that's the of some mob ties
Pupils? Stomach? owin'
But y'all ain't lookin' the guidelines
This the mafia I'm settin' up an organized (organ eyes)
Nigga yo' ass goodbye
Pucker up, 12 inch clip, I put a foot down, enough
You ain't see me runnin' up
Snuck him like a sucker
Big nose on an arm swingin' do the Hump
That's a two shot, 2Pac, get ya shot
Oowop, him up
NWX, rest of you suck
1-0 nigga, zip him up!

[Round 2: Gotti]
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 Of The Year let me tell 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 these niggas all helped him write it so they gotta split it two grands a piece and
Yeah, so don't 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 cause I just see DNA comin' 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 be Shine. Cause that was Eric B."
There's scared of me
That you do be wack
I even call it rap
You say simple shit, if I said it, these fuck boys 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 him to God; hallelujah."
And you be standin' lookin' stupid like, "That's my junior."
Nigga 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 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 call, keep it neutral
I ain't shit but BAOW!
I'd rather let the coroner you
You shoot 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 shots will make a brim
This a hat trick, I'm that
I'll catch you wit' ya bitch and shit serious
When she see Blood in a box, it her period
you at your BM house and get poppin'
Left lil' Blood in her pad, the bitch spottin'
stop it
Yo' gang bangin' like mine
comparin' it
My hood got history, all that OG beef, I it
Think surrogates, though it ain't mines, I'ma carry it
I hearin' it
Niggas wanna all this gang shit when they don't even know the culture
These niggas bangin' on pics like a Jordan poster
Fuck a
Straps auto with the silencer
You can get killed for mistakin' the sound 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 dope by a staircase
Then I jackin'
Niggas thought it was T-Top, I used to rob 'em with (Bear) face
Nigga the facts, you from a well known snitch city and you proud of that
Niggas from yo' city, as as they got money, they can tell
And y'all will honor
Snitch ass Harlem niggas, if 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 long as they got coins
But look I would've
Yeah, it's okay to be a rat as long as got some coins
I would've them boys
I got a bald for the bald head nigga in ya clique
the bullets smash his brain
Will he I don't know?
Doctor soundin' like a weather man, they predict a low chance for
Cuz is gon' get you shot, don't be stupid
If ya lil' homie, you better tell him to stand there and rap
get emotional when he know he losin'
If he do, I'm gonna assume 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 so long he think he seein' mirages
You'se a fag, that need to be in the closet
I heard about y'all 2 on 2's, 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 get dumped over DNA like I found out the baby ain't mines
a hate crime
Talkin' 'bout you gon' me $9,000
That was somethin' son tried to tease me
But you shot a video called 'New Crib' at house
Who needs the
'bout you only use the kitchen
That's when you spend the night, he got you doin' the dishes
You niggas
They you and burped you
Give you allowances, prolly gave you a
niggas birthed you
You they K, thought you was they killer then realized you gettin' killed, oh you crazy K
The .80
Dead slippin' from the gun the hit is
like, "Damn, I thought 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?
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 balls
Checkin' on your respirators, sure your socks is on
Hospital bed, up in the air like they dropped the call
I'm in the other window, Tommy on the like I drawers
BLAAAT!
That shit makin' statements
But you Bloody when I blew (blue), we finna trade places
More to clap
Caught a rapper from SMACK, Shea
The Askin' for work
(What mean?)
He make it
They playin', like they see me on my grind
like easy, we don't want you speedin' through your rounds
What's all the fuckin' about
Nigga 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 flop
Mask and goggles, like I'm on my
Gras, they titties show when I'm takin' off tops
I spill the beans outta anybody Neighborhood, Watch
I'm not
Put the mop in the closet, I did the chores
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 took a half moon by the star;
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 your G ride tryin' to past
flash
Point in cracker grill; Riff
G-G-G-G-G-Unit! On a track
Cause all it 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
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 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 the grandma in the hot tub
Glock, snub or the with the drum out
on her first date, this shit will take a clump (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 first 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 down the strap, got to
Mid sentence, he a part in (pardon) the interruption (inner-ruption)
I done did niggas Superbad, I'm talkin' ID's for organs;
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 spirits
Christmas
Double barrel, sing like a carol, 'tis the
Compressor, I let it in ya ear
can you keep 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 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' fucked up as soon as they (day) off, this the
My crew on the first, proof in the work, will crack a nigga cheek in
Nigga- kiss- you know
Go ahead man. Go man

[Round 3: Gotti]
This shit up man
But I can see it now all clearer
Most these niggas don't lift you up, 'til the forced to be your Pallbearer
Did y'all hear
like his crew do homi's?
Then how come my niggas trapped in the system like the new
My patna had a baby, he said his daughter his life full throttle
First words she learned, was how to ask for a
nigga dead now
Man, when the die, those be the worst 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 they charged him with another body, yeah I said that right
Cuz ain't never home, but somehow he got a second chance at life
You understand my
So much anger inside, it's hard for me to
I had a job all I did was rob the
Closest I to a brief case was a speedy trial
These is wild
That's somethin' I teach my child
You know the reason why hate us
I'm a hood where the wrong word will get your face stuck in school
Teacher looked at me said, "I see nothin' Special."
That's I had the .38 tucked
You a fuck
my lifestyle, man this shit unusual
Realized I was married to the street life cause every I walked down a aisle, it was a funeral
shit unusual
I know who be smokin' until they lungs sore
I'm in the spot like can't be life, I know it's much more
Junky steady on the front door
Nigga, I done four heads on the same rock like Mt. Rushmore
Nigga what's war? When 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 gotta spar just to hear a round
This now
My patna just lost in trial, I his mom, she had tears in her eyes
That pain 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 wished she would've him a vowel
Nigga I was lost, but now I'm
Now I keep the money bag (Moneybagg) wit' me like I'm Yo
I still shoot a after he dead, cause I don't trust nobody (no body)
You niggas hear me rap, y'all really know Gotti
Can't talk no gang shit to me, homie you did enough
The Feds, hit [?] wit' the oowhop when hit him up
You can see the staples his shirt, that's if he lift it up
I'm just tellin' you, you them niggas had to zip him up
what?!
We rep the game until our breath is gone
We even put the hood on the tool, that's our of set in (and) stone
The weapon
Out the and I Hawk him down
If the pigs find any shell in whip
Cuz I would've wish I would've lost rounds
My patna was 15 when he took his
He just made a
I said, "Lil dawg, use your time to change your life and your tool."
That lil' made him a shank
He ain't never been out wit' a bitch, we wasn't trippin'
Least the judge him a date
Nigga you gon' say?
I to A. Ward?
Ain't no real niggas believe nothin' that say
Cause he believe God the only nigga the power to give life
Tell Him to explain how come that keep givin' my niggas all day
And gay
Cause all of a sudden he a gang banger and believe him
Check his old battles, we didn't see none of Blood shit comin' out
He must've been internally
Don't give me a reason, these niggas be me
I'm the streets G
On a mission the rule we learned was to leave the phone home like E.T
Man, these niggas couldn't 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 them lies
Nigga

[Round 3:
Man, nigga said he got shot by accident at a party
Then the very week he said he took 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 accidents at party."
would've been bouncin' wit' the bounces
Runnin' a relay
Breakin' the dancers, I would've been cuttin' like the DJ
in the section like, "He fuckin' up my B-day!"
Beans on the 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 your
at all these Hammer crimes with your guys
But they the only ones gettin' nailed for the
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 in silence, and you wildin'
'bout 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 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 off of hard
Mama approve, wouldn't even let me pay rent
They offered me a nickle off some dimes and dimes for the nickle
I said, "This shit don't sense (cents)."
Nigga I stuck with rap for my kids
So before I let the .8 spin I think, "If I raise gun who gon' raise them?"
For that, I kill y'all niggas all year
My second half, gotta pay 10
So Gotti can't talk none of that 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
Kickin' the deuce, Lui Kang, Kung Lao
Nigga cool down or lay here (hair) Nu Nellz
Hours (ours), push the goddamn button; Juntao
I'm talkin' every bullet loaded in the tool now
If you don't like the rules under this then move out
I could give a 'bout, ya mob still Crippin'
have red flags wherever your Compton Menace
Push the wrong bus like in Menace
Get it through thick skull until you comprehensive
Revolver
Nah, this I whip him
He get a butt out the situation, ya business
I palm the biscuit, heat seeking until I find a
And take the off, this non explicit
This kinda distance, will turn an H3 to a Honda
The fact of the was gettin' at him; Quantum Physics
He caught the low and the air bubble; Lebron Olympics
rain 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 (book in) slime; Goosebumps
Tool tuck, arm extended "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 of these niggas suck
And the is here nigga, Zip 'Em Up!