Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
battler 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 Beasley you on fire Aak
And mama told me you gotta strike while the Iron h-
I'm from a violent block, you and we rock a twat
Catch me in your hood next day, I dare your to pop
I comin' back, chopper
to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher than Zion's stock
You thought we was even? It's over cause niggas me? Nah, I jump this broom, I don't give a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot)
Volume 3 comin', you said was duckin' him
Called out another rapper and didn't get on of 'em
Your reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the in you
Wanna give another nigga cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You
to shoot your shot while you lose to Top
Now you you can rock wit' the Champ, are you stupid Aak?
set you up, this a Kostya/Zab maneuver Aak
He took the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah)
I every word, perfected all of my grammar
When shit get (in tents) you will not be a happy camper
You dyin' in every
I want you to remember the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, on camera
Just for comin' here, with all of 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 soon as this Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's off
I'll wait 'til the day they bury you, load the baby
Bust in your Funeral I'm Phara's baby father
Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the cause of this
If you got for Solomon, you better jet or die a horrible death
Cause if I get the urge whoever miss nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, back of the head BAOW, his vision
Brain matter 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 ya then I'm sendin' ya bitch to ya
two Jews catchin' one bullet like Smith Schu-
You know, Juju Schuster
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' sure Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get with a ring like Cassius Clay
as a mannequin
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 wet up this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild dude
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), then I Up The Volume'
You me?

[Round 1: Solomon]
O-Red's be kinda decent, then without no rhyme or reason
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, the silent treatment
Or your crack
And we don't know if you're a woman, or a man
Call yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' like some a trans
Madness 7 was especially embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault like you's your inheritance
Lose your when you battle me that'll be a true casualty
All that horse shit will get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the glue factory
You was a breath 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 the worst
Tsu Surf's the
Now choking every other just how Nu Jersey Twork's
You clowns me?! How's anyone your town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically slang for your round early?
You be wild worried
You've snapped under pressure
Then choked through more rounds then African neck stretchers
I mean forget being king If you can't write memorable things
Cause you struggle to hold up head up when you stick your neck out in these rings
And if he choke, it's cause his admiration made him practice for me
The only reason Red (cape a bull) is cause he mad adore (matador) me
Red cape...a bull...matador?!! is no Spain
For charging me in the this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six will be how deep the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding accomplishments? There's gotta be some consequence
Y'all wanna see these 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, launch you beyond the game
What does on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in this spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Of Fame, Wall Of Shame
Award you claimed? Lost and
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money attached like a chain
The cost of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) O
You'll hear Red phone an emergency when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck fifty to throat
And ain't much to say between cuts, I'm just (skitzo)
You want You'll get smoke
Who's throwing in though?
Or let's go half on an ounce, I'll O
For the green, who you want dead? I'm Visine to a pothead
Had the drop on him soon as I seen that I (eye) got Red
From box cutters to blockbusters the hounds at him like fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in they sites Scott Summers
And they the sharpest, the truest marksmen
The pump kicks like the shoe
Or the inf' turn ya to that from the supermarket
Bullseye!!! You know the logo from the supermarket?
That's a red dot in the of O-Red, you a human Target
The I do's the hardest!
believable too
But I'm lyin', I got 'em on me and neither do-Jersey!

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

[Round 2: Iron
It's kinda hard to believe that all flaws in your teeth
Is a problem you couldn't solve by flossing your teeth
Or a doctor you could've called, that doesn't look good at all
gum line remind 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 single out? Your dentist did the remix
This is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my screw on, they him "screw off"
I get double the pussy as you dawg and they say I don't even two balls
Which is as nuts, I like to fuck white or black, line 'em up
I got hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip than a fire truck
I'll give yo' wifey the pipe she'll have the of her life
I break that box down like recycling night
On some passionate shit, it passionate
You be on a tip
Meanin' you gotta wait outside and can't button like how yo' fit
And how Hitman and story described it
How you be the box you should have points on your license
We all lose a chance of cut up
Our chances of cut up, they gettin' killed like that
It's a guy code, but you know it, cause you ain't built like that
You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes bitched 'bout the time limits
Turn around, Brizz he gets cut off and you fine with it?
all the basketball bars you spit 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 sports bars a pub crawl
Who'd a I could dribble, pass, shoot and dunk
A with a single skill and one with everything like a Buddhist monk
This goo goo gaga you blah doo doo caca
We na na believe you rah rah, you too
You a cucaracha, me
But nah nah in the sauna you
I can improve on penmanship and do it so effortless
You never did a bid, you inventin' sentences
Rewording your bars to try to convince the that you hard
On the block, serving up raw or doing dirt in the
I believing every thing I heard from this fraud
When I hear he works at a job as a guard
I C.O. (see O), you a dime dropper...loss prevention, crime
In a parking lot in a marked car, 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 you'll bleed a pint of
When I put a blade in a brim, like Peaky
Get pussy poked I really ain't the one you should provoke
We can get it with the hands blood, like we took an oath
Let's fight instead of false flagging for that extra hype
You see even lined up Red and white tryin' to get him stripes
So you can try to portray me you wanted to paint me
But I was born as a baby in New in the 80's
Stepping on crack viles in every park that I played in
From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie
Fiends in the Street Fighting that Blanka got 'em lookin'
Crooked cops stone cold and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we the beef over 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 y'all the difference between good and God
Not

[Round 3:
No intro, I kick in ya door and beat your mother to with a big Heckler
The head trauma, force, no peer pressure
Then take the of the fam' to the roof while they all in shock
And drag yo' punk ass daddy to the ledge and his daughter 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, game won't wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not
Thought I shoot in front of yo' lil' bitch ass crew?
Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't a fuck who up on that 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? review
The first one was all of the babies, I Rumi, Sir, Blue
But when B birthed the most thought it wasn't true
Hence the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) out the Blue
I'm a murderer in the gang, he ain't got a Clue
Red is a demon, when whippin' that Hellcat, no Dodging me
You hear the tires screech on Iron's with an iron piece
First round, bust out the Charger, the Ryan Leaf
Neck shot, turn Solomon to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah your voice will be kind of deep
No for you, I'm just stretchin' you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose
Turn the F'in fruit to a
If granny come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' bust her
.40 and they speak over your mother's mother
BAOW! Millz by the way
My niggas slide, clip rise
Your center guy sent to God
Hit ya tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon' energize
I left Jew blood on another Jew like a genocide
Get a [?] get the synonym;
M body you for the Lion Kin- where Simba lies (symbolize)
I Dr. Jekyll, tell your mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Curling Iron, then put the to his bitch wig
die nigga, look at your queen, she your prequel
I for motherfuckers to watch when I murk people
Pure evil, any last words- then I Eagle
And this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first single
I I stra-da, ah-kla ah-ka
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm of you niggas thinkin' my translation is rubbish
Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or
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, whatcha life like?
[?] then his pockets get

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

Then it's Twork's third for when 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 ripped your
I don't a fuck nigga, it's still murder in the first
Ya me?

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

[Round 3: Iron
Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, I just wanted words with you
When you hear from all your operations, let get surgical
But something's weird, why Rajon 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 guess y'all came the same soil
Where even the clothing your peoples made for you is just to pray (prey) on you
If you can't count on your family, I don't know what the sense is I can count on my whole family, like the
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 that catch me slippin'
See I could hit em with bars and angles or kill em body language
And when I run into Chaz Duncan, I'll literally body
Turn Verb from meat into something would eat
And pull the plug and put him in to feed the worms a feast
You and rivals doin' scams, ladies time to be a man
Jump inside the ring and dance or quit to the fans
Lux, let's see if you Loaded an Iron on your hands
All GOAT talk you heard (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs
When I slice a of your brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing through Jersey like I ate a plate
from the Garden in a vegetative state
Yeah! Jean jacket let's go!
And I do it dolo too, Iron making Solo moves
You can more people that roll with you than bowlin' shoes
I step in the game, you get X'd the frame
Nobody spared when I take all the pen in my lane
I sent the Bloque to the gutter, "good riddance (writtens)" to Writers
I'll rap 'round the zeros O spits with in (within) ciphers
like yo' ship is on fire without a single survivor
Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and that's just the tip of the iceberg on a run
Carvin' out a spot
Above all the nobodies on Rushmore, I'm ahead of Roc
Above all, the no on Rushmore, I'm already a head of rock
One of the only (four fathers) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all will never top
And ain't peaked yet, you peeped it? You if you don't see
You saw what when you put N.O.M.E. together with No Me
You know me, I woulda the mute button on Surf's tongue
If you think we need to see Sub Titles you're dumb
Listen, fuck you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one
The SMACK Volumes got up
Just you thought I wasn't doing nothin' impressive
After that, the dumb and the def have come to they senses
See I can beat you a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout other rappers
I'm so elite with the subject matter not even my subject matters
What I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til 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 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 this was horseshoes
My opponents stack up on the poles (polls)? They all
I already the top and I don't feel I need to stop
They even got me the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's spot
Volume 3 coming! For my it's ugly
I was chewing through of your Pedigree as puppies
Getting fed to me as munchies you will be this hungry
They even lettin' you touch me, cause they protecting Geechi from me
After what I do to him they not gon' let me the country
We could it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty
I will sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like 20
My is heavenly, O-Red the people love me
When I'm dead, they gon' bury me Nefertiti's mummy
And a couple extra freaky bunnies named Bethany and
A pound of Grandaddy a pint of Hennessy and Dutchies
Cause I'm a letter in on a secret he ain't
I'm a spell it out for you, read these names
T-Top, Bigg K, and him? Three great
And when I knock out Red, a T, K, O
jacket shit!