Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every ain't a rapper
This of settin' show if you can rhyme or not
Red Zone, Beat headphones, I make the Volume pop
Only took this battle, cause said you on fire Aak
And always told me you gotta strike while the Iron h-
I'm a violent block, you trespass and we rock a twat
Catch me in hood next day, I dare your squad to pop
I back, chopper cocked
Just to you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher than Zion's stock
You thought we was It's over cause niggas jumped me? Nah, I jump this broom, I don't give a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot)
3 comin', you said Surf was duckin' him
Called out another rapper and get neither on of 'em
Your reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the in you
Wanna give another nigga cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You
Tryin' to shoot your while you lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can wit' the Champ, are you stupid Aak?
Smack set you up, this a Kostya/Zab Aak
He took the out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah) drop
I mastered every word, perfected all of my
When get intense (in tents) you will not be a happy camper
You in every stanza
I want you to remember the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, it's on
for comin' here, with all of them pies tryin' to get off
I aim it at this clip on, it and let a clip off
slip, he dip I switch and let the spin off
As as this Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll wait the day they bury you, load 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 better jet or die a death
Cause if I get the urge miss this nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, of the head BAOW, his vision blurred
Brain matter roll off a Jew tongue a Yiddish word
Act diva, I heaters, two black Ninas
raise Solomon, King David; Bathsheba
I'll send a tip through ya then I'm sendin' ya to ya
That's two Jews catchin' one like Smith Schu-
You know, Juju Smith
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, sure Aaron Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed a ring like Cassius Clay
Stiff as a
When Red ski down, I'm Jagged Jay
Blac! Niggas trippin' for sayin' this man a cookie, he a geek
Code name "queef"; (air in) pussy
I said I'll wet up this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild
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, the silent treatment
Or your voice
And we don't if you're a woman, or you're a man
yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' like some form a trans
Summer Madness 7 was embarrassing
Got put in the vault like you's protectin' your inheritance
Lose your voice when you battle me that'll be a casualty
All that talking horse shit get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the glue factory
You once was a of fresh air, when did (winded) this become a gag to you?
Every time we see you choke, I just strangle you
not (knot) pretend his friends cutting him slack is news (noose)
You been given too much rope by dopes that hang you
O-Red, you were the
Tsu Surf's the
Now choking every battle's just how Nu Jersey Twork's
You clowns heard me?! How's your town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically slang for ending round early?
You should be worried
You've snapped less pressure
choked through more rounds then them African neck stretchers
I mean forget king If you can't write more memorable things
Cause you struggle to hold up your head up when you stick neck out in these rings
And if he don't choke, it's cause his admiration him practice for me
The only Red capable (cape a bull) is cause he mad adore (matador) me
Red cape...a bull...matador?!! This is no
For me in the ring this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six will be how deep the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? gotta be some consequence
wanna see these thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching this
Y'all paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can his consciousness
Champion washed his brain, got him thinkin' on my plane
But having a Good Year, doesn't launch you beyond the
What does bein' on SMACK, with belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting in this same spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Of Shame
you claimed? Lost and gained
I'm coming to snatch that with the money attached like a wallet chain
The cost of fame, I called your name like you die (dial) collect O
You'll hear Red phone an emergency operators when I O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from 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 chips
Or let's go on an ounce, I'll split O
For the right green, who you want I'm Visine to a pothead
Had the clear drop on him soon as I that I (eye) got Red
From box cutters to blockbusters the hounds at him like fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in they like Scott Summers
And shoot the sharpest, the truest marksmen
The pump kicks 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 human
The shit I the hardest!
Sound too
But I'm lyin', I got 'em on me and neither do-Jersey!

[Round 2:
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 wit' 'em
I with poison, create carnage; Red Venom
Lead rippin, the bitch out a bitch when his head drippin'
fake, but I still hear the whimpers like Craig trippin'
You dread Red like Trippie Redd when Redd trippin'
For them Dead Presidents I'll leave with a leg missin'
He paralyzed, every bar after that, was (bed written)
different
But this Aaron cat, rarely do Aaron
Why y'all puttin' him on every Smack like black?
New gun, and a pair of straps when I'm airin' black
an MK with the two revolvers, I'm airin' black!
Aaron wack, how you every round to an iffy Mook?
Jackson joinin' your faith, that nigga 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it serves him
For battle rappin' to
These crackers always the culture, but they never want the skin
I'm sick of these bitches, to be us and G wit' it
Until a real Hitman Holla then they it
Speak different like he thee and we trippin'
A classic of, "What are those?" Sneak dissin'
But of sneak dissin'...
Didn't you wear those when you did Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cause I was bred with the infrared, I'm torturous
Bird down and give him the kicks like he fortunate
I said he drop I stand the body and keep torchin' it
Now this AK'll laid (accolade) under the kicks, he a 10
I'm him
Smack, why the fuck you give me this Aaron
You would've had a classic puttin' me against Aaron mother
Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm on Aaron brother
Follow me, I'm the one the stick who airin' brother
The one the stick who airin'- you get it, right?
I you fuckin' with Red shit, that's Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch
Wet her up like she Caribbean, mean I soak a bitch
I get in close wit' it, then I'm unloadin' it 'til I broke the
Then keep on gettin' in close wit' it and SMACK a bitch, no
I'm dope it
Baby .380 you gettin' Then you plus two will be liftin' daises
Iron get the headshot, y'all get a piece from the .80
Once I expose Solomon wisdom, you bitches can split the
Ya me?

[Round 2: Solomon]
It's kinda hard to believe that all them in your teeth
Is a problem you couldn't just by flossing your teeth
Or a doctor you could've called, that shit doesn't look at all
Your gum line remind me of Twork, his hoodie off
I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they still like complete shit
You used to have that single out? Your dentist did the
This is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm my screw on, they tell him "screw off"
I get double the pussy as you dawg and say I don't even have two balls
Which is twice as nuts, I like to fuck or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip a fire truck
I'll give yo' wifey the pipe she'll have the time of her
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 and Calicoe's story described it
How you be blocking the box you should have on your license
We all a chance of getting cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, gettin' killed like that
It's a guy code, but you don't know it, cause you ain't built like
You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes then bitched 'bout the 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 don't have no
Well now you the one wrong white boy to try to run on
I handle Red Solo like flip cups, skip through bars like a pub crawl
a thunk I could dribble, pass, shoot and dunk
A player with a single skill and one with everything a Buddhist monk
This goo goo gaga you blah blah doo doo
We na na you rah rah, you too punana
You a cucaracha, me
But nah nah in the sauna you
I can improve on your penmanship and do it so
You never did a bid, you inventin' sentences
Rewording your bars to try to convince the world you hard
On the block, serving up raw or doing in the yard
I stopped believing every thing I heard this fraud
When I he works at a job as a security guard
I C.O. (see O), you a dime dropper...loss prevention, stopper
In a lot in a marked car, patrolling with your white partner
Is you 5-0? Or you the 5th? Who you ride fo? What set you with?
You really think we believe you the blood O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then blood's what bleed a pint of
When I put a blade in a brim, like Peaky
Get this pussy poked I ain't the one you should provoke
We can get it with the hands blood, like we took an oath
Let's just fight of false flagging for that extra hype
You see they even lined up Red and white to get him stripes
So you can try to portray me however you wanted to me
But I was born as a in New York in the 80's
on empty crack viles in every park that I played in
From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, the Boogie Bronx
Fiends in the Street Fighting that got 'em lookin' shocked
Crooked cops stone cold killers and dealers 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 in ya door and beat your mother to death with a big Heckler
The head trauma, blunt force, no pressure
Then take the rest of the fam' to the roof they all in shock
And drag yo' punk ass daddy to the ledge and make his watch
You from the freestyle era,
Cool, he off the top
After lettin' ya father down, this'll at (disappointin') pops
The of you niggas going to watch
So when I take him off the grid, Iron won't wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not
I wouldn't shoot in front of yo' lil' bitch ass crew?
Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't give a fuck who up on roof
I'm still goin' let it
Right in of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) punch out the Blue
That's a punch move
You ain't catch it? Let's
The first one was all of the babies, I said Rumi, Sir,
But when B birthed the first most it wasn't true
Hence the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the
I'm a murderer in the gang, he ain't even got a
Red is a demon, when that Hellcat, ain't no Dodging me
You hear the screech on Iron's street with an iron piece
First round, bust out the Charger, the clip? Leaf
Neck shot, Iron Solomon to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah your voice will be that of deep
No respect for you, I'm just you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose
Turn the F'in to a vegetable
If granny come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' bust her
Glock .40 and they speak your mother's mother
BAOW! Free by the way
My niggas slide, clip will
Your center guy sent to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum, his G (energy) gon' energize
I left Jew blood on another Jew like a genocide
Get a [?] get the exemplify
M body you for the Lion Kin- that's where Simba (symbolize)
I said Dr. Jekyll, tell mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Iron, then put the heat to his bitch wig
Don't die nigga, look at your queen, she prequel
I like for motherfuckers to watch I murk people
evil, any last words- then I burst Eagle
And make this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first
I said I stra-da, ah-ka
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm tired of you niggas thinkin' my is rubbish
Fuck I put it in subtitles or somethin'?
I said I'm In
I'll you in a coma
Madness!
I could snap at any
And once again I'm here
See the [?] K, like whatcha like?
[?] his pockets get tapped

{O-Red rips Iron's shirt. Iron gets pissed and get in each other's face}

Then it's Twork's third for Verb I'm cockin' the strap
All you see is a hoodie drop then the Calicoe
Look at him! He know he gettin'
There was no option, I had to throw him in the dirt
Look, you salty, I your shirt?
I give a fuck nigga, it's still murder in the first
Ya me?

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

[Round 3: 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 always unprepared?
When he need y'all he never fucking there the right top for the Tupperware w
It's crazy how y'all loyal
I y'all came from the same soil
Where even the clothing that 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 caught in a bad position my trust falls on a gang of
Who raise arms to get my back, so it won't be y'all catch me slippin'
See I could hit em bars and angles or kill em with body language
And I run into Chaz Duncan, I'll literally body language
Turn from meat into something Verb would eat
And pull the and put him in dirt to feed the worms a feast
You and your doin' scams, ladies time to be a man
Jump the ring and dance or quit lying to the fans
Lux, let's see if you Loaded with an on your hands
All that GOAT you heard (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs
When I a piece of your brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing through Jersey I never ate a plate
Everyone the Garden in a vegetative state
Yeah! Jean shit let's go!
And I could do it dolo too, Iron making moves
You can have more people roll with you than bowlin' shoes
I step in the game, you get X'd the frame
Nobody spared when I strike take all the pen in my
I sent the Bloque to the gutter, said "good riddance (writtens)" to
I'll rap circles 'round the zeros O spits with in (within)
It's like yo' ship is on fire without a single
Meanin' I'm entire cruise and that's just the tip of the iceberg on a Titanic run
Carvin' out a spot
Above all the on Rushmore, I'm already ahead of Roc
Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore, I'm a head of rock
One of the only forefathers (four fathers) still setting (presidents) y'all will never top
And ain't peaked yet, you peeped it? You if you don't see
You saw what happened when you put N.O.M.E. together No Me
You know me, I woulda the mute button on Surf's tongue
If you think we to see Sub Titles then you're dumb
Listen, what you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one
The Volumes got turnt up
Just when you I wasn't doing nothin' impressive
After that, the blind dumb and the def have to they senses
See I can beat you with a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout rappers
Cause I'm so elite with the subject not even my subject matters
What I is, Red, the right'll pound you til something ain't right about you
And I don't have to write about you to snatch your right up out you
SMACK, I'm with ALL the smoke, you know I'm ready you pay me
You can't the kid nappin' (kidnapping) I'll take anybody baby
I'm just 'em toss U's at Iron like this was horseshoes
My opponents stack up on the poles (polls)? They all
I already reached the top and I don't feel I need to
They even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies ugly
I was chewing through Pits of your as puppies
Getting fed to me as munchies you will be this hungry
They even lettin' you even touch me, cause they protecting Geechi me
After what I do to him they not gon' let me leave the
We take it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty
I will sock a (soccer) rapper like Fettuccine 20
My recipe is heavenly, O-Red the love me
When I'm dead, they gon' me with Nefertiti's mummy
And a couple extra freaky named Bethany and Buffy
A pound of Grandaddy Purp a pint of Hennessy and
I'm a letter in on a secret he ain't know
I'm a spell it out for you, these names slow
T-Top, Bigg K, and him? Three great
And when I out Red, that's a T, K, O
jacket shit!