Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every battler a rapper
This kind of settin' show if you can or not
Red Zone, Beat headphones, I make the Volume pop
Only took battle, cause Beasley said you on fire Aak
And mama always me you gotta strike while the Iron h-
I'm from a violent block, you and we rock a twat
Catch me in hood next day, I dare your squad to pop
I back, chopper cocked
Just to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, sit him higher than Zion's stock
You thought we was even? It's over cause 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 and didn't get neither on of 'em
reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the snitch in you
Wanna give another bars cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You
Tryin' to shoot your shot you lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can rock wit' the Champ, are you Aak?
set you up, this a Kostya/Zab 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 (in tents) you will not be a happy camper
You dyin' in every
I want you to the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, it's 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
Clip slip, he dip I switch and let the 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 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 whoever miss this nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, of the head BAOW, his vision blurred
Brain matter off a Jew tongue like a Yiddish word
Act diva, I heaters, two black 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 one bullet like Smith Schu-
You know, Juju Schuster
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron Rodger that I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed with a ring Cassius Clay
Stiff as a
When Red ski 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 this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a dude
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), I 'Pump Up The Volume'
You me?

[Round 1: Solomon]
O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, then no rhyme or reason
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, the silent treatment
Or your voice
And we don't know if a woman, or you're a man
Call yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' some form a trans
Madness 7 was especially embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault like you's your inheritance
your voice 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 once was a breath of fresh air, when did (winded) this a gag to you?
Every time we see you choke, I wanna 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 were the
Tsu Surf's the
Now choking every other battle's how Nu Jersey Twork's
You heard me?! How's anyone your town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically slang for your round early?
You be wild worried
You've under less pressure
Then through more rounds then them African neck stretchers
I mean forget king If you can't write more memorable things
Cause you struggle to up your head up when you stick your neck out in these rings
And if he don't choke, it's cause his admiration made him for me
The only Red capable (cape a bull) is cause he mad adore (matador) me
Red cape...a bull...matador?!! is no Spain
For charging me in the ring this'll be O-lay (olé)
Six feet will be how deep the content is if forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? There's be some consequence
wanna see these thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching this
Y'all for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his consciousness
Champion washed his brain, got him thinkin' on my plane
But having a Year, doesn't launch you beyond the game
What bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in this same spot? It's all in (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Wall Of
Award you claimed? Lost and
I'm coming to snatch that belt the money attached like a wallet chain
The cost of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) O
hear Red phone an emergency operators when I press O
Cause can jump quickly, from 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 half on an ounce, split O
For the right green, who you want I'm Visine to a pothead
Had the clear drop on him as I seen that I (eye) got Red
From box cutters to blockbusters sick the at him like fox hunters
My top got Red in they sites like Scott Summers
And they shoot the sharpest, the marksmen
The pump kicks like the shoe
Or the inf' turn ya to that logo from the
Bullseye!!! You know the bullseye logo from the
a red dot in the middle of O-Red, you a human Target
The I do's the hardest!
believable too
But I'm lyin', I don't got 'em on me and do-Jersey!

2: O-Red]
Smack! Aaron
You ain't you a duck Aaron
Why you think you look like
(Why?)
you suck Aaron (air in)
I done killed a lot of niggas, you to be dead wit' 'em
I flow with poison, carnage; Red Venom
Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch his head drippin'
Dawg fake, but I still the whimpers like Craig trippin'
You gon' dread Red like Trippie Redd when trippin'
For them Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby with a leg
He paralyzed, every bar after that, was (bed written)
We're
But Aaron cat, rarely do Aaron black
Why y'all puttin' him on every Smack like Aaron
New machine gun, and a pair of straps when I'm 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 serves him
For battle rappin' to
These crackers want the culture, but they never want the skin
I'm sick of these bitches, tryin' to be us and G it
Until a real Hitman Holla they remix it
Speak like he thee victim and we trippin'
A classic case of, "What are those?" Sneak
But of sneak dissin'...
Didn't you wear when you did your Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool I was bred with the infrared, I'm torturous
Bird down and him the kicks like he less fortunate
I said he drop I stand over the 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 sucker?
You would've had a better classic puttin' me Aaron mother
Get to on Aaron then I'm airin' 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 bitch I'll smoke ya bitch
Wet her up like she Caribbean, that mean I a bitch
I get in close wit' it, I'm unloadin' it 'til I broke 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 be liftin' daises
Iron get the headshot, get three 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 believe all them flaws in your teeth
Is a you couldn't solve just by flossing your teeth
Or a doctor you could've called, shit 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 they still look like complete
You used to have that out? Your dentist did the remix
This is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my on, they tell him "screw off"
I get the pussy as you dawg and they say I don't even have two balls
Which is as nuts, I like to fuck white or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip a fire truck
give yo' wifey the pipe she'll have the time of her life
I will that box down like recycling night
On passionate 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 have points on your license
We all a chance of getting cut up
Our chances of cut up, they gettin' killed like that
It's a guy code, but you don't it, cause you ain't built like that
You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes then bitched 'bout the time
Turn around, battled Brizz he cut off and you fine with it?
After all the basketball you spit in them tournaments
Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you still have no sportsmanship?
Well now you the one wrong white boy to try to run on
I handle Red Solo like flip cups, skip sports bars like a pub crawl
a thunk I could dribble, pass, shoot and dunk
A player with a skill and one with everything like a Buddhist monk
This goo goo gaga you blah blah doo doo
We na na believe you rah rah, you too
You a cucaracha, me
But nah nah in the you marijuana
I can improve on penmanship and do it so effortless
You never did a bid, you inventin' sentences
Rewording your bars to try to the world that you hard
On the block, serving up raw or dirt in the yard
I stopped believing every thing I from this fraud
When I hear he works at a job as a 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 really think we believe you the type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then blood's what bleed a pint of
I put a blade in a brim, like Peaky Blinders
Get this pussy I really ain't the one you should provoke
We can get it shaking with the hands blood, we took an oath
Let's just fight instead of false flagging for that hype
You see they even lined up Red and white tryin' to get him
So you can try to me however you wanted to paint me
But I was born as a in New York in the 80's
Stepping on empty crack viles in every park I played in
From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie
Fiends in the Street Fighting that Blanka got 'em shocked
Crooked cops stone cold killers and cookin' rocks
You get a box, we take the beef over board, and butcher blocks
Y'all should for how my allegiance to our region's culture is what I'm putting on
Taking O out to show the difference between good and God
Not

3: O-Red]
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 rest of the to the roof while they all in shock
And yo' punk ass daddy to the ledge and make his daughter watch
You the freestyle era, right?
Cool, he off the top
After ya father down, this'll point at (disappointin') pops
The rest of you niggas to watch
So when I take him off the grid, Iron game wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not
I wouldn't shoot in front of yo' lil' bitch ass crew?
Nigga baby, this livin' proof 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
That's a double punch
You ain't it? Let's review
The one was all of the babies, I said Rumi, Sir, Blue
But when B birthed the first most thought it true
Hence the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the
I'm a murderer in the gang, he even got a Clue
Red is a demon, when whippin' that Hellcat, ain't no me
You hear the tires screech on 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 kind of
No respect for you, I'm just stretchin' you for the revenue, let a loose
Turn the F'in to a vegetable
If your come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' bust her
Glock .40 and they speak over your mother
BAOW! Millz by the way
My slide, clip will rise
center guy gets 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 that's where Simba lies (symbolize)
I said Dr. Jekyll, tell your "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 prequel
I like for to watch when I murk people
Pure evil, any last words- I burst Eagle
And this '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 gotta put it in subtitles or
I said I'm In
I'll clap you in a
Madness!
I could at any moment
And it's again I'm here
See the [?] K, like life like?
[?] his pockets get tapped

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

Then it's Twork's third for Verb when I'm cockin' the
All you see is a hoodie drop the Calicoe claps
Look at him! He know he gettin'
was no other option, I had to throw him in the dirt
Look, you salty, I your 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.}

3: Iron Solomon]
Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, Surf I wanted words with you
When you hear from all operations, let Solomon get surgical
But weird, why Rajon always unprepared?
When he need y'all he never fucking like the right top for the Tupperware w
crazy how y'all ain't loyal
I guess came from 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 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 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 and angles or kill em with body language
And when I run into Chaz Duncan, I'll literally language
Turn Verb from meat something Verb would eat
And pull the plug and put him in dirt to the worms a feast
You and your rivals doin' scams, ladies 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) to Silence Of The Lambs
When I slice a piece of brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm through Jersey like I never ate a plate
from the Garden in a vegetative state
Yeah! Jean shit let's go!
And I do it dolo too, Iron making Solo moves
You can have people that roll with 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 Bloque to the gutter, "good riddance (writtens)" to Writers
I'll rap circles 'round the O spits with in (within) ciphers
It's like yo' ship is on fire without a single
Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and just the tip of the iceberg on a Titanic run
Carvin' out a spot
Above all the nobodies on Rushmore, I'm ahead of Roc
all, the no bodies 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 blind if you see
You saw what happened when you put N.O.M.E. together No Me
You know me, I pushed the mute button on Surf's tongue
If you think we to see Sub Titles then you're dumb
Listen, fuck what you heard son, I was so def Rum on the first one
The Volumes got turnt 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 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 something ain't about you
And I don't have to write you to snatch your soul right up out you
SMACK, I'm ALL the smoke, you know I'm ready once you pay me
You catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) I'll take anybody baby
I'm lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron like this was horseshoes
My opponents up on the poles (polls)? They all lose
I already reached the top and I don't feel I to stop
even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's spot
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies it's
I was chewing through Pits of your Pedigree as
Getting fed to me as munchies you will never be this
They even lettin' you even touch me, cause they protecting 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 recipe is heavenly, O-Red the people me
When I'm dead, gon' bury me with Nefertiti's mummy
And a couple extra freaky named Bethany and Buffy
A of Grandaddy Purp a pint of Hennessy and Dutchies
I'm a letter in on a secret he ain't know
I'm a it out for you, read these names slow
T-Top, Bigg K, and him? Three foes
And when I out Red, that's a T, K, O
Jean shit!