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letra de big t vs. danny myers - urltv

[round 1: danny myers]
when they called me, i knew this battle was a prospect
i came from public housing and still made you a project
bar god!
is this the king of the small room? no!
just a lame–ss b-tch!
when i stuff yo’ fat -ss in a coffin…that’s when you can claim that sh-t!
i bang that fif’, it’s no talk
we spot you? we go off
we shootin’ at you
if we miss the (mr.) t, it’s gon’ be mo’ hawks! (mohawks)
you got a team (a-team) full of b-tches, a lame clique
you the n-gga nwx don’t even claim, trick!
you been on smack for years, and still makin’ the same grip
well, let me show terrance how words (terrence howard) can get you known for that main (“mayne”) sh-t
veins split! peep the leak when his neck rips
he’ll stream content like he competin’ with netflix
you desperate! you not this hustler that you let on
when y’all mention terrance and rocks…see (terrence and rocsi), that’s nothin’ you could bet (bet) on
and they tryna push these dmv rappers
tell them n-ggas every round sloppy
next time i see p (icp), i’mma tell him he got a clown posse
round body!
i’ll splatter you sh-t, you gon’ coat the ground
experts’ll point out where your arm is like an ultrasound
f-ckface! you’ll be in surgery from a tough .8
and just like this app, yo’ mama gon’ get the update
i frustrate
we hardly, cared about this t (tea) party
i’ll snipe him, then shoot to jfk: lee harvey!
he’s sorry!
i’ll run up on him and burn the luger
the chi f-cks with lil durk
me, too – the german shooter!
i learn maneuvers
gemstar to his stomach, he’ll leak glucose
then i’ll have a rising star in chicago: tru foe
this what i do know – he a legend from gun sounds
what the h-ll is wrong?
disney+: man, the lore he in (mandalorian), he better keep a helmet on
what the h-ll is wrong?
all that sh-t you talkin’ is not debatable
but that’s what happen when you leave tuna sittin’ for a day or two
i won’t play wit’ you!
in yo’ own crew, you not top 2!
“chillaka?” is that the sound you heard when they shot you?
i’ll pop you!
try to run, watch how i clap your flesh
i’ll get big (b.i.g.) in two discs: now tell me ‘bout life after death
b-tch, i rap the best!
and he on the ground wit’ this sh-t
this wack mc got another two rounds of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 2: danny myers]
yo’ b-tch said me and smack can beat her face, skeet her cakes
three d-cks a freakin’ day, man, she’s a disgrace
when i’m squeezin’, the trigger f-ckin’ up my cuticles
f-ck! ten shots was ugly, but one was beautiful!
i swear, i ain’t wanna mention this…
but every fitness gym in this country got a free three-day membership
that’s how i know this n-gga lyin’
he got this image with the gift of rhymin’
he had every chance in the world, and he still wouldn’t lift the iron
what, n-gga!? what!?
i got a marksman
once you step in his view, the pole’ll blast
you gettin’ bucks you can’t even see like an overdraft
rone told yo’ -ss ‘bout yo’ eatin’ habits
just behave
all that extra gravy gon’ lead to an extra grave!
tecs’ll wave
can i get a little respect?
wish i could shoot you wit’ the bullet in lil reese neck!
you gettin’ g-checked
i get at you n-ggas wit’ true conviction
i’ll have a thief and murderer next to t like the crucifixion
n-gga, you should listen
i’m in new york on a ruthless mission
magazine got a 30-day trial: get a new subscription
i heard all the euphemisms and indirects
ever since i put an end to rex, every time i come to the east, i gotta fight to get respect
it’s clear! i give ‘em static!
it’s godly what i write!
but i learned if you shock ‘em enough times, they’ll see the body come to life!
you told yo’ crew i was trash-
i’m too cold, boy, i’m too cold, boy, yeah
you told your crew i was trash, and you meant that straight from the heart
what this member meant (dismemberment)…was i’ll take him apart
this is the separation
i know cats that brung guns for me
that’s why i march wit’ the piece (peace) like blacks in montgomery
i’ll crack this punk comfortably, humbly, i’ll demolish him
the blade finna spill t (tea) for the gossipin’
oxygen…seeps out
i’ll make this n-gga bleed first
t mind his (t-minus) precious seconds before he leaves earth
i’m really an og-
n-gga, i’m too cold!
i’m really an og! the milli’ gets no sleep!
i’ll have n-ggas rockin’ big t like philly in ‘03!
i’m k!llin’ th- aahh!
i’m really an og! the milli’ gets no sleep!
i’ll have n-ggas rockin’ big t like philly in ‘03!
i’m k!llin’ this ho, peep
i got guys that’ll dirt-nap you
it’ll be nothin’ but caps in his background like the surf battle!
we first sn-tch you in broad day to get the crowd hype
then the deadliest catch tuna to show him it’s a wild life
what a foul price!
he on the ground with this sh-t
this wack mc got a whole ‘nother round of this sh-t
yikes!

[round 3: danny myers]
what’s the difference…between a suspect…and a person of interest?
you should have the notes…
real k!llers know if you don’t leave a witness…you don’t have to know
i’ll shoot him through the clavicle, unilateral
raise the stock, bullets goin’ off the head like supernatural
danny jr. was goin’, “pewm-pewm! pow!”
i said, “what’s the deal, son?”
he said, “daddy, i see aliens. i’m just tryin’ to k!ll some
do you wanna play with me? i wanna have a lil’ fun.”
i said, “i’ll stop makin’ gun sounds the moment i got a real one”
you was on twitter askin’ n-ggas for beats to get your music done
cool…i’ll show up to your studio, and produce a gun!
useless bum!
that sh-t you tweet from your phone got me d-mn ‘noyed!
please don’t make me give t $800 (t-800) over android!
d-mn, boy!
all you got for a bunch of years
is a cl-ssic with surf, a loss to hollow, and some mothaf-ckin’ bunny ears!
what’s funny here, you joined a crew to try to brawl wit’ us n-ggas
you was better without the x (ex) like, sh-t, like all of us n-ggas
don’t try to call for your n-ggas, ‘cause soon as i dump the .8
they gon’ get out once they see t (tea) in the sunken place
i can do this at a drunken pace
you can’t name a foe i fear
he said he the king of the small room? man, hold my beer
do you believe in a- f-ck that!
you ain’t even gon’ get it, son
‘cause if there is a parallel universe, you can’t fit in one!
pick a gun – my finger ain’t near the safety
while you got this bazooka, lookin’ all weird and crazy
i’m the goat! look at how my year been, baby!
your slogan is “quiet!”…just like yo’ career been lately
be quiet!
every day, we see violence!
my residence (resident) evil: we give a f-ck about a t-virus!
i almost got caught wit’ ten of them things
meanwhile, his c0ke plug is the vending machine
venomous schemes, i pulled on the low-key
i was brushin’ my beard and realized i was the goat, t (goatee)
quote me!
you on the ground wit’ this sh-t
thank the lord he ain’t got another round of this sh-t
yikes (-chuckles-)

good sh-t, man

- urltv

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