Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every battler ain't a
kind of settin' show if you can rhyme or not
This Red Zone, Beat headphones, I make the pop
Only took this battle, cause said you on fire Aak
And mama always told me you gotta while the Iron h-
I'm from a block, you trespass and we rock a twat
Catch me in your hood next day, I dare squad to pop
I comin' back, chopper
Just to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher than stock
You thought we was even? It's over cause niggas jumped me? Nah, I jump this broom, I give a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot)
Volume 3 comin', you said was duckin' him
Called out another and didn't get neither on of 'em
reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the snitch in you
Wanna give another nigga bars cause you get to sue (Tsu)
You
Tryin' to shoot your shot while you to Top
Now you thinkin' you can rock wit' the Champ, are you stupid
Smack set you up, this a maneuver Aak
He took the out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah) drop
I mastered every word, perfected all of my
When shit get intense (in tents) you not be a happy camper
You dyin' in every
I want you to remember the ass whoopin' you Red handed, it's on camera
for comin' here, with all of them pies tryin' to get off
I aim it at clip on, cock it and let a clip off
Clip slip, he dip I and let the spin off
As soon as Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll wait 'til the day they bury you, the baby chopper
Bust in your Funeral like I'm baby father
Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the cause of mess
If you got love for Solomon, you jet or die a horrible death
Cause if I get the urge whoever this nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, back of the head BAOW, his vision
matter roll off a Jew tongue like a Yiddish word
Act diva, I clap heaters, two Ninas
raise Solomon, King David; Bathsheba
I'll send a tip through ya I'm sendin' ya bitch to ya
That's two catchin' one bullet like Smith Schu-
You know, Juju Schuster
Yeah, I'm ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed with a ring like Cassius
Stiff as a
Red ski mask down, I'm Jagged Jay
Blac! Niggas for sayin' this man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek
Code name "queef"; (air in) pussy
I said I'll wet up whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild dude
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), I 'Pump Up The Volume'
You me?

[Round 1: Solomon]
O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, then without no rhyme or
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, with the treatment
Or your crack
And we don't know if you're a woman, or a man
Call yourself the Transformer, but be like some form a trans
Summer 7 was especially embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault like you's protectin' your
Lose your voice when you battle me that'll be a casualty
All that talking shit will get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the glue factory
You once was a breath of fresh air, did (winded) this become a gag to you?
Every time we see you choke, I just strangle you
Let's not (knot) pretend his friends him slack is news (noose)
You been given too rope by dopes that hang with you
O-Red, you the worst
Tsu the first
Now choking every other just how Nu Jersey Twork's
You clowns heard me?! How's your town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically slang for ending your round
You should be wild
You've snapped less pressure
Then choked through more rounds then African neck stretchers
I mean forget being king If you write more memorable things
Cause you struggle to hold up your head up when you your neck out in these rings
And if he don't choke, cause his admiration made him practice for me
The only reason Red capable (cape a bull) is he mad adore (matador) me
Red cape...a bull...matador?!! is no Spain
For me in the ring this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six feet will be how deep the content is if forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? There's gotta be consequence
Y'all see these thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching this
Y'all paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his
Champion washed his brain, got him he's on my plane
But having a Good Year, doesn't launch you beyond the
What does on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting in this same spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Wall Of
Award you Lost and gained
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money attached like a wallet
The cost of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) O
You'll hear Red phone an operators when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, buck fifty to slit throat
And ain't much to say between cuts, I'm skits-O (skitzo)
You want You'll get smoke
Who's throwing in though?
Or let's go on an ounce, I'll split O
For the right green, who you dead? I'm Visine to a pothead
Had the clear drop on him as I seen that I (eye) got Red
From box to blockbusters sick the hounds at him like fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in sites like Scott Summers
And shoot the sharpest, the truest marksmen
The pump like the shoe department
Or the inf' turn ya to logo from the supermarket
Bullseye!!! You know the bullseye logo from the
That's a red dot in the middle of O-Red, you a Target
The shit I the hardest!
believable too
But I'm lyin', I don't got 'em on me and do-Jersey!

2: O-Red]
Smack! Fuck
You ain't you a duck Aaron
Why you you look like Kirby?
(Why?)
Cause you Aaron (air in)
I done killed a lot of niggas, you 'bout to be dead 'em
I flow poison, create carnage; Red Venom
Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch his head drippin'
Dawg fake, but I still hear the whimpers like trippin'
You gon' dread Red Trippie Redd when Redd trippin'
For Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby with a leg missin'
He paralyzed, bar after that, was bedridden (bed written)
different
But this Aaron cat, do Aaron black
Why y'all puttin' him on Smack like Aaron black?
New machine gun, and a pair of straps when I'm airin'
That's an MK with the two revolvers, I'm black!
Aaron wack, how you lose round to an iffy Mook?
Curtis Jackson joinin' your faith, nigga 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it serves him
For battle to begin
These crackers always want the culture, but they never want the
I'm sick of these bitches, to be us and G wit' it
Until a real Hitman Holla they remix it
different like he thee victim and we trippin'
A classic case of, "What are those?" dissin'
But speakin' of dissin'...
you wear those when you did your Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cause I was bred with the infrared, I'm torturous
down and give him the kicks like he less fortunate
I he drop I stand over the body and keep torchin' it
Now this AK'll laid (accolade) the kicks, he a Jordan 10
I'm him
Smack, why the fuck you give me Aaron sucker?
You would've had a better classic puttin' me against mother
Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm airin' on brother
Follow me, I'm the one with the stick who airin'
The one the stick who airin'- you get it, right?
I know you fuckin' with Red shit, Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch
Wet her up like she Caribbean, that I soak a bitch
I get in close wit' it, then I'm it 'til I broke the grip
Then keep on gettin' in wit' it and SMACK a bitch, no offense
I'm dope it
Baby .380 you crazy? Then you plus two will be liftin' daises
get the headshot, y'all get three a piece from the .80
Once I expose Solomon wisdom, you can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Solomon]
It's kinda hard to believe that all them flaws in your
Is a problem you couldn't solve by flossing your teeth
Or a doctor you called, that shit doesn't look good at all
Your gum line me of Twork, with his hoodie off
I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but still look like complete shit
You used to have that single out? Your did the remix
This is like LL versus Rell, I'm gettin' my screw on, they tell him "screw off"
I get double the pussy as you dawg and they say I don't even two balls
is twice as nuts, I like to fuck white or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip than a fire
I'll give yo' wifey the she'll have the time of her life
I will break box down like recycling night
On some shit, it gets passionate
You be on a tip
Meanin' you gotta outside and can't button like how yo' jacket fit
And how Hitman and Calicoe's described it
How you be blocking the box you should have points on license
We all lose a chance of cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, they killed like that
It's a guy code, but you don't know it, you ain't built like that
You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes then 'bout the time limits
Turn around, battled Brizz he cut off and you fine with it?
After all the basketball bars you in them tournaments
Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you still have no sportsmanship?
Well now you picked the one white boy to try to run on
I handle Red Solo like flip cups, skip through bars like a pub crawl
Who'd a thunk I dribble, pass, shoot and dunk
A player with a single skill and one with everything a Buddhist monk
This goo goo gaga you blah doo doo caca
We na na you rah rah, you too punana
You a cucaracha, me
But nah nah in the you marijuana
I can on your penmanship and do it so effortless
You never did a bid, you inventin' whole
Rewording your bars to try to convince the world that you
On the block, up raw or doing dirt in the yard
I stopped believing thing I heard from this fraud
I hear he works at a job as a security guard
I C.O. (see O), you a dropper...loss prevention, crime stopper
In a parking lot in a marked car, patrolling with white partner
Is you 5-0? Or you plead the Who you ride fo? What set you with?
You think we believe you the blood type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
blood's what you'll bleed a pint of
When I put a blade in a brim, like Peaky
Get this pussy poked I really ain't the one you provoke
We can get it with the hands blood, like we took an oath
Let's just instead of false flagging for that extra hype
You see they lined up Red and white tryin' to get him stripes
So you can try to portray me however you to paint me
But I was born as a baby in New in the 80's
Stepping on empty crack viles in every that I played in
From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, the Boogie Bronx
Fiends in the Street that Blanka got 'em lookin' shocked
cops stone cold killers and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we take the beef board, and butcher blocks
Y'all should applaud for how my allegiance to our region's culture is I'm putting on
Taking O out to show y'all the between good and God
Not

[Round 3:
No intro, I kick in ya and beat your mother to death with a big Heckler
The head trauma, force, no peer pressure
Then take the rest of the fam' to the while they all in shock
And yo' punk ass daddy to the ledge and make his daughter watch
You from the freestyle era,
Cool, he off the top
After ya father down, this'll point at (disappointin') pops
The rest of you niggas going to
So when I take him off the grid, Iron game wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not
Thought I wouldn't in front of yo' lil' bitch ass crew?
Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I give a fuck who up on that roof
I'm still let it loose
Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) out the Blue
That's a punch move
You ain't it? Let's review
The first one was all of the babies, I said Rumi, Sir,
But when B birthed the first most thought it wasn't
Hence the second part, (Sir or get) punched out the Blue
I'm a in the gang, he ain't even got a Clue
Red is a demon, when whippin' that Hellcat, no Dodging me
You hear the screech on Iron's street with an iron piece
First round, bust out the Charger, the clip? Ryan
Neck shot, turn Iron to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah your voice will be that of deep
No respect for you, I'm just stretchin' you for the revenue, let a Beretta
the F'in fruit to a vegetable
If your granny come out to check on you, I'ma bust her
Glock .40 and they speak over your mother
BAOW! Free by the way
My niggas slide, will rise
center guy gets sent to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum, his G (energy) gon' energize
I left that Jew on another Jew like a genocide
Get a [?] get the synonym;
M body you for the Kin- that's where Simba lies (symbolize)
I said Dr. Jekyll, your mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Iron, then put the heat to his bitch wig
die nigga, look at your queen, she your prequel
I like for motherfuckers to watch when I people
Pure evil, any last then I burst Eagle
And make this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first
I said I stra-da, ah-kla
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm of you niggas thinkin' my translation is rubbish
Fuck I put it in subtitles or somethin'?
I I'm Strapped In
I'll clap you in a
Madness!
I could snap at any
And it's again I'm here
See the [?] K, like whatcha like?
[?] then his get tapped

rips Iron's shirt. Iron gets pissed and they get in each other's face}

Then it's Twork's third for Verb when I'm the strap
All you see is a hoodie drop the Calicoe claps
at him! He know he gettin' murked
There was no other option, I had to throw him in the
Look, you salty, I ripped your
I don't give a nigga, it's still murder in the first
Ya me?

{Smack goes to end the battle since Iron walked out of the ring, but Iron walks back in a jean jacket.}

3: Iron Solomon]
Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, Surf I wanted words with you
you hear from all your operations, let Solomon get surgical
But something's weird, why Rajon always
When he need y'all he never there like the right top for the Tupperware w
It's crazy how y'all ain't
I guess y'all came from the same
Where even the clothing your peoples made for you is just to pray (prey) on you
If you can't on your family, I don't know what the sense is I can count on my whole family, like the census
So if I'm in a bad position my trust falls on a gang of henchman
Who raise arms to get my back, so it won't be y'all that catch me
See I could hit em with bars and angles or em with body language
And when I run into Chaz Duncan, literally body language
Turn Verb from into something Verb would eat
And pull the plug and put him in dirt to the worms a feast
You and your rivals doin' scams, time to be a man
Jump inside the ring and or quit lying to the fans
Lux, see if you Loaded with an Iron on your hands
All that GOAT talk you heard (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The
When I slice a piece of brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing through Jersey I never ate a plate
Everyone from the in a vegetative state
Yeah! Jean shit let's go!
And I could do it too, Iron making Solo moves
You can have more people that roll with you than bowlin'
I in the game, you get X'd from the frame
Nobody spared when I take all the pen in my lane
I the Bloque to the gutter, said "good riddance (writtens)" to Writers
rap circles 'round the zeros O spits with in (within) ciphers
It's like yo' ship is on without a single survivor
Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and just the tip of the iceberg on a Titanic run
Carvin' out a spot
all the nobodies on Rushmore, I'm already ahead of Roc
Above all, the no on Rushmore, I'm already a head of rock
One of the only forefathers (four fathers) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all will top
And ain't yet, you peeped it? You blind if you don't see
You saw what happened you put N.O.M.E. together with No Me
You me, I woulda pushed the mute button on Surf's tongue
If you think we need to see Sub Titles then you're
Listen, fuck what you son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one
The SMACK Volumes got up
Just when you thought I wasn't doing impressive
After that, the blind dumb and the def have come to senses
See I can you with a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout other rappers
Cause I'm so elite the subject matter not even my subject matters
What I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til something right about you
And I don't have to write about you to snatch your soul up out you
SMACK, I'm ALL the smoke, you know I'm ready once you pay me
You can't catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) take anybody baby
I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron like was horseshoes
My opponents stack up on the (polls)? They all lose
I already reached the top and I feel I need to stop
They even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's
Volume 3 coming! For my it's ugly
I was chewing Pits of your Pedigree as puppies
fed to me as munchies you will never be this hungry
They lettin' you even touch me, cause they protecting Geechi from me
After what I do to him they not let me leave the country
We could take it to the blades, if the is rusty
I will sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like 20
My recipe is heavenly, O-Red the people me
When I'm dead, they gon' bury me with mummy
And a couple extra freaky bunnies named Bethany and
A pound of Purp a pint of Hennessy and Dutchies
Cause I'm a letter in on a secret he know
I'm a it out for you, read these names slow
T-Top, Bigg K, and him? Three great
And I knock out Red, that's a T, K, O
jacket shit!