Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every battler a rapper
This kind of settin' 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 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 your hood day, I dare your squad to pop
I back, chopper cocked
Just to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher Zion's stock
You thought we was even? It's cause niggas jumped me? Nah, I jump this broom, I don't give a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot)
Volume 3 comin', you Surf was duckin' him
out another rapper and didn't 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 shot while you to Top
Now you thinkin' you can wit' the Champ, are you stupid Aak?
Smack set you up, this a maneuver Aak
He took the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah)
I every word, perfected all of my grammar
shit get intense (in tents) you will 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 switch and let the off
As soon as Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll wait 'til the day they bury you, load the chopper
Bust in your Funeral like I'm Phara's baby
Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the cause of mess
If you got love for Solomon, you better jet or die a horrible
Cause if I get the urge whoever this nerd is gettin' served
the bird, back of the head BAOW, his vision blurred
Brain matter roll off a Jew like a Yiddish word
Act diva, I clap heaters, two Ninas
I'll Solomon, King David; Bathsheba
I'll send a tip through ya then I'm sendin' ya to ya
That's two Jews catchin' one bullet like Schu-
You know, Juju Smith
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron Rodger that what I (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed with a ring Cassius Clay
as a mannequin
When Red ski down, I'm Jagged Jay
Blac! trippin' for sayin' this man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek
Code name "queef"; Aaron (air in)
I said wet up this 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, without no rhyme or reason
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, with the silent
Or your voice
And we know 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 Will put in the vault like protectin' your inheritance
Lose your voice you battle me that'll be a true 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?
time we see you choke, I just wanna strangle you
Let's not (knot) pretend his cutting him slack is news (noose)
You been given too much by dopes that hang with you
O-Red, you the worst
Tsu Surf's the
Now choking every other just how Nu Jersey Twork's
You clowns heard me?! How's anyone your worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically for ending your round early?
You should be worried
You've snapped less pressure
choked through more rounds then them African neck stretchers
I forget being king If you can't write more memorable things
Cause you struggle to hold up your up when you stick your neck out in these rings
And if he don't choke, it's 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?!! This is no
For charging me in the ring this'll be O-lay (olé)
Six feet will be how the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? There's gotta be consequence
Y'all wanna see 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' he's on my
But having a Good Year, launch you beyond the game
What bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in this spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Wall Of
Award you claimed? and gained
I'm coming to snatch that with the money attached like a wallet chain
The cost of fame, I called name like you die I'll (dial) collect O
You'll hear Red phone an emergency when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck to slit throat
And much to say between cuts, I'm just skits-O (skitzo)
You want smoke? get smoke
Who's throwing in chips
Or go half on an ounce, I'll split O
For the right green, who you want dead? I'm 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 sites like Scott Summers
And they the sharpest, the truest marksmen
The kicks like the shoe department
Or the inf' ya to that logo from the supermarket
Bullseye!!! You the bullseye logo from the supermarket?
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 don't got 'em on me and do-Jersey!

2: O-Red]
Smack! Fuck
You ain't you a duck Aaron
Why you think you look Kirby?
(Why?)
you suck Aaron (air in)
I done killed a lot of niggas, you to be dead wit' 'em
I flow poison, create carnage; Red Venom
Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch when his head
Dawg fake, but I still hear the whimpers like trippin'
You gon' dread Red like 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 cat, rarely do Aaron black
Why y'all him on every Smack like Aaron black?
New machine gun, and a pair of when I'm airin' black
That's an MK with the two revolvers, I'm black!
Aaron wack, how you lose every round to an Mook?
Curtis joinin' your faith, that nigga 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it him well
For battle rappin' to
These crackers always want the culture, but they never the skin
I'm sick of these bitches, to be us and G wit' it
Until a real Hitman Holla then remix it
Speak different he thee victim and we trippin'
A classic of, "What are those?" Sneak dissin'
But of sneak dissin'...
Didn't you wear those when you did your Jordan vs Nitty?
Okay that's cause I was bred with the infrared, I'm torturous
Bird down and give him the kicks he less fortunate
I said he drop I stand over the body and torchin' it
Now this AK'll laid (accolade) the kicks, he a Jordan 10
I'm him
Smack, why the you give me this Aaron sucker?
You would've had a better classic puttin' me against mother
Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm on Aaron brother
Follow me, I'm the one with the who airin' brother
The one with the stick who airin'- you get it,
I know you fuckin' with Red shit, that's Moses 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 unloadin' it I broke the grip
Then keep on gettin' in close wit' it and a bitch, no offense
I'm dope it
Baby .380 you gettin' crazy? Then you plus two will be liftin'
Iron get the headshot, y'all get three a piece the .80
Once I Solomon wisdom, you bitches can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Solomon]
It's kinda hard to believe that all them in your teeth
Is a problem you couldn't solve just by flossing teeth
Or a doctor you could've called, shit doesn't look good at all
Your gum line remind me of Twork, with his off
I I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they 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 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
Which is twice as nuts, I like to white or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my than a fire truck
I'll give yo' wifey the she'll have the time of her life
I break that box down like recycling night
On some shit, it gets passionate
You be on a tip
Meanin' you gotta wait and can't button like how yo' jacket fit
And how Hitman and story described it
How you be blocking the box you should have points on your
We all lose a of getting cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, they gettin' killed 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 bitched '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 be teaming with 'em and you still don't have no sportsmanship?
Well now you picked the one wrong boy to try to run on
I Red Solo like flip cups, skip through sports bars like a pub crawl
Who'd a thunk I could dribble, pass, and dunk
A player with a single skill and one with everything like a Buddhist
goo goo gaga you blah blah doo doo caca
We na na believe you rah rah, you too
You a cucaracha, me
But nah nah in the you marijuana
I can improve on your penmanship and do it so
You never did a bid, you whole sentences
Rewording your to try to convince the world that you hard
On the block, serving up raw or doing in the yard
I stopped believing every thing I heard 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 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
Then blood's what you'll a pint of
When I put a in a brim, like Peaky Blinders
Get pussy poked I really ain't the one you should provoke
We can get it shaking the hands blood, like we took an oath
Let's just fight instead of flagging for that extra hype
You see they even 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 empty crack viles in every park I played in
From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Bronx
Fiends in the Fighting that Blanka got 'em lookin' shocked
Crooked stone cold killers and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we the beef over board, and butcher blocks
should applaud for how my allegiance to our region's culture is what I'm putting on
Taking O out to y'all the difference between good and God
Not

[Round 3:
No intro, I in ya door and beat your mother to death with a big Heckler
The trauma, blunt force, no peer pressure
Then take the rest of the fam' to the roof while all in shock
And drag yo' punk ass to the ledge and make his daughter watch
You from the era, right?
Cool, he off the top
After lettin' ya father down, this'll at (disappointin') pops
The rest of you going to watch
So when I take him off the grid, Iron won't wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not
Thought I wouldn't shoot in of yo' lil' bitch ass crew?
Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't give a fuck who up on that
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 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, ain't no me
You hear the tires screech on Iron's street an iron piece
First round, out the Charger, the clip? Ryan Leaf
Neck shot, Iron Solomon to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah voice will be that kind of deep
No respect for you, I'm just you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose
the F'in fruit to a vegetable
If your granny 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, will rise
Your center guy gets to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) a drum, his inner G (energy) gon' energize
I left that Jew on another Jew like a genocide
Get a [?] get the synonym;
M body you for the Lion Kin- that's 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
Don't die nigga, at your queen, she your prequel
I like for motherfuckers to watch I murk people
Pure evil, any last words- then I burst
And make 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first single
I said I stra-da, ah-ka
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm tired of you thinkin' my translation is rubbish
Fuck I put it in subtitles or somethin'?
I said I'm In
clap you in a coma
Madness!
I snap at any moment
And once again I'm here
See the [?] K, like whatcha like?
[?] then his get tapped

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

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

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

[Round 3: Solomon]
Yo, the streets to murder Tsu, Surf I just wanted words with you
you hear from all your operations, let Solomon get surgical
But weird, why Rajon always unprepared?
When he need y'all he never fucking there like the top for the Tupperware w
It's crazy how y'all loyal
I guess y'all came from the same
Where even the clothing that your peoples 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 on my whole family, like the census
So if I'm caught in a bad position my trust falls on a of henchman
Who raise to get my back, so it won't be y'all that catch me slippin'
See I could hit em with bars and angles or kill em with language
And when I run Chaz Duncan, I'll literally body language
Turn from meat into something Verb would eat
And pull the plug and put him in dirt to feed the a feast
You and your rivals scams, ladies time to be a man
Jump the ring and dance or quit lying to the fans
Lux, see if you Loaded with an Iron on your hands
All that 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 Jersey like I never 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 have more people that 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, said "good riddance (writtens)" to
rap circles 'round the zeros O spits with in (within) ciphers
It's like yo' ship is on fire without a survivor
Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and that's just the tip of the iceberg on a run
out a monumental spot
Above all the on Rushmore, I'm already ahead of Roc
Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore, I'm already a head of
One of the only forefathers (four fathers) setting precedence (presidents) y'all will never top
And ain't peaked yet, you peeped it? You blind if you 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 need to see Sub Titles then dumb
Listen, fuck what you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the one
The SMACK Volumes got up
when you thought 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 chapters, I'm readin' 'bout other rappers
Cause I'm so elite with the 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 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) I'll take 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 don't I need to stop
They even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking spot
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies ugly
I was through Pits of your Pedigree as puppies
Getting fed to me as munchies you never be this hungry
They even you even touch me, cause they protecting Geechi from me
After I do to him they not gon' let me leave the country
We take it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty
I sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like Fettuccine 20
My is heavenly, O-Red the people love me
When I'm dead, they gon' me with Nefertiti's mummy
And a couple extra freaky bunnies named and Buffy
A pound of Grandaddy Purp a pint of and Dutchies
Cause I'm a letter in on a secret he know
I'm a spell it out for you, read these names
T-Top, Bigg K, and Three great foes
And when I out Red, that's a T, K, O
jacket shit!