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lirik lagu t-top vs. tay roc – urltv

[round 1: tay roc]
i said…
aye top, you like a brother of mine that live many miles away
to take this battle with you, i had to put my pride away
i told you i’d go light on you and you thought you had a chance of fryin’ tay
aww, top, see (autopsy), i lied to you, you gon’ die today
bombs away
point at ya b*tch, my .9’ll spray
leave somethin’ on ya b*tch, see*through; lingerie
i will let shots boom out the can’, not the ah di way
you’ll be another battle rapper to sing; lotta zay
i take a limb off the top, i take the hatchet and chop away
hit you with the axe under ya arm; body spray
tryin’ tay? i’ll grip a big weapon, like a smith wesson
hit ya mid section
expose top; karrine steffans
i will chin check him if i find out that we got problems
hammеr on me, i pull up with a strap like i’m rock climbin’
on stage whеn you rap, if you not rockin’, i’m not watchin’
i’d rather go outside with fans and hook up while top rhymin’ (ramen)
shots flyin’, blowin’ up ya corpse
and the dna on ya team will be the only thing showin’ up in court
you ain’t a soldier in the sport, try to take a plate from me
you gon’ wake up to the devil holdin’ up a fork
loud pop, i opened up a cork
shots will open up top, like quarantine over in new york
cig’ (sig’) in his mouth, he ain’t smokin’ a newport
clap shots, i’ll let it strike anywhere like somethin’ out the match box
you pretty fast in this battle rap race, but how you gon’ catch roc?
web cam’ on a mac book, i overlap top
you gon’ end up like that boy n’ the hood with the flattop (flat top)
who ran in the alley and the sawed off gave him a back shot
clap glocks, i’m aimin’ it off ya
and if he get hit wit’ a hollow tip, top shape’ll be smaller
don’t play witcha father, you know how i get in the wrong mood
you should’ve brung a gun witchu, but that would be the wrong move
cause if i take ya strap, guess what i’m gon’ use?
i will air out everything in top gun; tom cruise
you gon’ lose
me winnin’? i don’t know when that’s gon’ stop
i don’t play baseball and i ain’t takin’ no shorts, top (shortstop)
bar for bar, you said that you would scorch roc
boi stop
every single one of my bars cold; fort knox
the bul hot, non of y’all n*ggas be showin’ props
your n*gga rawsteen rollin’ wit’ us, you roll wit’ ops
when you battle me, you get straight bars cause my flow is hot
i don’t dig up dirt, i just make sure the dirt go over top
light bars
[round 1: t*top]
you still gotta see me after quarantine roc, you only got a couple months to go
but i’m sure after tonight, they gon’ book this sh*t in any state that you wanna go
but for now we’ll do the live battle, so your career will blow up in smoke
but they should’ve warned you
soon as you give the kid caffeine it’ll stunt his growth
b*tch i been on 106 & park, the rap game i made plenty shows
netflix, b.e.t. awards, i’m really settin’ goals
i know you got your afterparty on caffeine tonight and i get it bro
but you should learn where to channel your energy, cause we on two different episodes
let the record show
it’s haymaker cannabis, b*tch i’m sellin’ bows
and ever since shine was a kid, he been stretchin’ foes
we even brought drugz to the table so that should let you know
we all love trappin’, i know you heard about the x and o’s
yeah i’m flexin’ bro, cause i came a long way from being broke
i’m a hitman, but this side piece ain’t gon’ be a joke
the nina smoke, i’ll let the razor shred his face
cause when you got got, i thought you was gon’ let beretta’s spray
but i seen five n*ggas wearin’ ya sh*t, and they said it’s fake
boy, that chain saw (chainsaw) more bodies than leatherface
and it was n*ggas from ya own hood that gotchu dawg
i mean let’s not compare
you should shoot them and the white b*tch that got you there
you ain’t notice how she was in the car witchu but not as scared?
and now your sh*t is state property? how the f*ck wasn’t roc aware (roc*a*wear)?
n*gga the glock’ll peel, but you was the cause for the drought
“we got sticks b*tch” yeah, you did it all for the clout
you single*handedly gave cave gang a fall to the ground
and we was gon’ let roc(k) slide but then we seen it all comin’ down
b*tch i been around
if i see somethin’, skeeert, i spin around
you get around
wheelchair walker is how you get around
i’ll sit him down
like, “tell me what you need”, you could get a pound
the trap is closed, but it’s back opened like hospital gowns
you get it now?
we want that old tay roc, big hat with the big gun
uppercut, another one, yeah that was the sh*t son
now you gettin’ robbed for your jewelry, tellin’ n*ggas you want your d*ck sucked
no wonder we don’t see the career roc(k) climbin’, it’s just too much to pick from
b*tch what?
this .40 got the power of god but a man made it
i’ll dump roc(k) over the dirt, i’m landscaping
when we heard about ya little fetish, i said, “oh the fans hate it.”
he said, “bro it’s not what it sounds like,”
well that’s how it translated
concrete n*gga

- urltv

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