Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
battler ain't a rapper
This kind of 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 strike while the Iron h-
I'm from a violent block, you trespass and we rock a
Catch me in your hood day, I dare your squad to pop
I back, chopper cocked
to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher than 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 said was duckin' him
out another rapper and didn't get neither on of 'em
Your reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the in you
Wanna another nigga bars cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You
to shoot your shot while you lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can rock the Champ, are you stupid Aak?
Smack set you up, a Kostya/Zab maneuver Aak
He the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah) drop
I every word, perfected all of my grammar
When shit get intense (in tents) you not be a happy camper
You dyin' in stanza
I want you to the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, it's on camera
for comin' here, with all of them pies tryin' to get off
I aim it at this clip on, cock it and let a off
slip, he dip I switch and let the spin off
As soon as Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll wait 'til the day they you, load the baby chopper
Bust in your Funeral like I'm Phara's father
Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the of this mess
If you got for Solomon, you better jet or die a horrible death
Cause if I get the urge whoever miss this 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 black
I'll raise Solomon, David; Bathsheba
I'll send a tip through ya then I'm ya bitch to ya
That's two Jews catchin' one bullet like Smith
You know, Smith Schuster
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' Aaron Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed with a ring Cassius Clay
Stiff as a
When Red ski mask down, I'm Jay
Blac! Niggas trippin' for sayin' man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek
Code name "queef"; (air in) pussy
I said I'll wet up this motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild dude
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), then I Up The Volume'
You me?

[Round 1: Iron
O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, without no rhyme or reason
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, with the treatment
Or your voice
And we don't know if you're a woman, or a man
Call yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' some form a trans
Summer Madness 7 was especially
Got Will put in the like you's protectin' your inheritance
Lose your when you battle me that'll be a true casualty
All that talking horse shit will get Mr. Ed (Red) to the glue factory
You once was a breath of fresh air, when did (winded) become a gag to you?
Every time we see you choke, I wanna strangle you
Let's not (knot) pretend his cutting him slack is news (noose)
You been given too much rope by dopes that with you
O-Red, you were the
Tsu Surf's the
Now every other battle's just how Nu Jersey Twork's
You clowns heard me?! How's anyone town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically slang for ending your early?
You should be worried
You've under less pressure
Then choked 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 head up when you your neck out in these rings
And if he don't choke, it's his admiration made him practice for me
The reason Red capable (cape a bull) is cause he mad adore (matador) me
Red cape...a bull...matador?!! This is no
For charging me in the ring be where O-lay (olé)
Six feet will be how deep the is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding accomplishments? There's gotta be some consequence
Y'all wanna see these thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching
Y'all for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his consciousness
Champion washed his brain, got him thinkin' he's on my
But a Good Year, doesn't launch you beyond the game
What does bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm
If you keep stuck in this same spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Of Fame, Wall Of Shame
Award you claimed? Lost and
I'm to snatch that belt with the money attached like a wallet chain
The cost of fame, I called your like you die I'll (dial) collect O
You'll Red phone an emergency operators when I press O
Cause shit can quickly, from buck fifty to slit throat
And ain't much to say cuts, I'm just skits-O (skitzo)
You want You'll get smoke
throwing in chips though?
Or let's go on an ounce, I'll split O
For the right green, who you want dead? I'm Visine to a
Had the clear on him soon as I seen that I (eye) got Red
From box cutters to blockbusters sick the at him like fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in they sites like Summers
And they shoot the sharpest, the truest
The pump kicks like the shoe
Or the inf' turn ya to that logo from the
Bullseye!!! You know the bullseye logo the supermarket?
That's a red dot in the middle of O-Red, you a Target
The I do's the hardest!
Sound too
But I'm lyin', I got 'em on me and neither do-Jersey!

2: O-Red]
Smack! Aaron
You ain't you a duck Aaron
Why you think you look Kirby?
(Why?)
you suck Aaron (air in)
I done a lot of niggas, you 'bout to be dead wit' 'em
I flow with poison, create carnage; Red
rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch when his head drippin'
Dawg fake, but I still hear the whimpers like trippin'
You dread Red like Trippie Redd when Redd 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 puttin' him on every Smack like Aaron
New machine gun, and a 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 of these bitches, tryin' to be us and G wit' it
Until a real Hitman Holla then they it
different like he thee victim and we trippin'
A classic case of, "What are those?" dissin'
But of sneak dissin'...
Didn't you wear those you did your Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool cause I was bred with the infrared, I'm
Bird down and 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 this Aaron
You would've had a better classic puttin' me Aaron mother
Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm airin' on brother
Follow me, I'm the one with the who airin' brother
The one with the who airin'- you get it, right?
I know you fuckin' with Red shit, Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch
Wet her up she Caribbean, that 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
.380 you gettin' crazy? Then you plus two will be liftin' daises
Iron get the headshot, y'all get a piece from the .80
Once I Solomon wisdom, you bitches can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Iron
It's kinda hard to that all them flaws in your teeth
Is a you couldn't solve just by flossing your teeth
Or a doctor you could've called, that shit doesn't good at all
Your gum remind me of Twork, with his hoodie off
I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they still look complete shit
You to have that single out? Your dentist did the remix
This is LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' 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 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 passionate shit, it gets passionate
You be on a tip
Meanin' you gotta wait outside and can't button like how yo' fit
And how Hitman and Calicoe's story it
How you be blocking the box you should have points on your
We all lose a chance of cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, gettin' killed like that
a guy code, but you don't know it, cause you ain't built like that
You battled Ave and for nine minutes then bitched 'bout the time limits
Turn around, Brizz he gets cut off and you fine with it?
After all the basketball bars you spit in tournaments
Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you still don't have no
now you picked the one wrong white boy to try to run on
I handle Red Solo like flip cups, skip through sports like a pub crawl
a thunk I could dribble, pass, shoot and dunk
A player with a single skill and one with like a Buddhist monk
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 inventin' whole
your bars to try to convince the world that you hard
On the block, serving up raw or dirt in the yard
I stopped 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, stopper
In a parking lot in a marked car, patrolling 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 type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then blood's what you'll a pint of
When I put a blade in a brim, Peaky Blinders
Get this pussy I really ain't the one you should provoke
We can get it shaking with the blood, like we took an oath
just fight instead of false flagging for that extra hype
You see they even lined up Red and tryin' to get him stripes
So you can try to portray me however you wanted to me
But I was born as a baby in New in the 80's
Stepping on empty crack viles in 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 cold killers and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we take the beef over board, and butcher
Y'all should applaud for how my allegiance to our region's is what 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 door and beat your mother to with a big Heckler
The head trauma, blunt force, no peer
Then take the of the fam' to the roof while they all in shock
And drag yo' ass daddy to the ledge and make his daughter watch
You the freestyle 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 game 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' that I don't give a fuck who up on that roof
I'm goin' let it loose
Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) out the Blue
a double punch move
You ain't catch it? review
The first one was all of the babies, I said Rumi, Sir,
But when B the first most thought it wasn't true
the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the Blue
I'm a murderer in the gang, he even got a Clue
Red is a demon, when that Hellcat, ain't no Dodging me
You hear the tires screech on Iron's street an iron piece
First round, bust out the Charger, the clip? Leaf
Neck shot, turn Iron to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah voice will be that kind of deep
No respect for you, I'm just stretchin' you for the revenue, let a loose
Turn the F'in to a vegetable
If your granny come out to check on you, I'ma bust her
Glock .40 and they speak over your mother's
BAOW! Free by the way
My niggas slide, will rise
center guy gets sent to God
Hit ya tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon' energize
I that Jew blood on another Jew like a genocide
Get a [?] get the synonym;
M body you for the Kin- that's 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
Don't die nigga, look at your queen, she your
I like for motherfuckers to watch when I murk
Pure evil, any last words- then I burst
And make this 'Juicy' hit Biggie first single
I I stra-da, ah-kla 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 I'm Strapped In
clap you in a coma
Madness!
I could snap at any
And it's once again I'm
See the [?] K, whatcha life like?
[?] his pockets 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 drop then the Calicoe claps
Look at him! He know he gettin'
There was no other option, I had to him in the dirt
Look, you salty, I your shirt?
I don't give a fuck nigga, it's still murder in the
Ya me?

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

3: Iron Solomon]
Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, Surf I wanted words with you
When you from all your operations, let Solomon get surgical
But something's weird, why always unprepared?
When he need he never fucking there like the right top for the Tupperware w
It's how y'all ain't loyal
I guess 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 count on 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 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 kill em with body
And I run into Chaz Duncan, I'll literally body language
Turn Verb from meat into something Verb eat
And pull the plug and put him in dirt to the worms a feast
You and your doin' scams, ladies time to be a man
inside the ring and dance or quit lying to the fans
Lux, let's see if you Loaded an Iron on your hands
All that GOAT talk you heard (herd'll) to Silence Of The Lambs
When I a piece of your brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing Jersey like I never ate a plate
Everyone from the Garden in a vegetative
Yeah! Jean shit let's go!
And I do it dolo too, Iron making Solo moves
You can have more people that roll you than bowlin' shoes
I step in the game, you get X'd the frame
spared when I strike take all the pen in my lane
I sent the to the gutter, said "good riddance (writtens)" to Writers
I'll rap circles 'round the O spits with in (within) ciphers
It's like yo' is on fire without a single survivor
Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and just the tip of the iceberg on a Titanic 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 a head of rock
One of the forefathers (four fathers) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all will never top
And ain't peaked yet, you it? You blind if you don't see
You saw happened when you put N.O.M.E. together with No Me
You know me, I woulda pushed the 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
when you thought I wasn't doing nothin' impressive
After that, the blind dumb and the def come to they senses
See I can beat you with a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout rappers
Cause I'm so 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 about you to snatch your soul right up out you
SMACK, I'm with ALL the smoke, you I'm ready once you pay me
You catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) I'll take anybody baby
I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron this was horseshoes
My opponents up on the poles (polls)? They all lose
I already the top and I don't feel I need to stop
They even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies it's
I was chewing through Pits of your as puppies
Getting fed to me as munchies you never be this hungry
They even lettin' you even touch me, cause they protecting from me
what I do to him they not gon' let me leave the country
We could take it to the blades, if the weaponry is
I sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like Fettuccine 20
My is heavenly, O-Red the people love me
When I'm dead, they gon' bury me with Nefertiti's
And a couple extra freaky bunnies named Bethany and
A of Grandaddy Purp a pint of Hennessy and Dutchies
Cause I'm a in on a secret he ain't know
I'm a spell it out for you, these names slow
T-Top, K, and him? Three great foes
And when I knock out Red, a T, K, O
Jean shit!