Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every battler ain't a
This kind of settin' show if you can or not
This Red Zone, Beat headphones, I the Volume pop
Only took this battle, Beasley said you on fire Aak
And mama always told me you gotta while the Iron h-
I'm from a violent block, you trespass and we rock a
Catch me in hood next day, I dare your squad to pop
I comin' back, chopper
Just to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher than 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 Surf was him
Called out another and didn't get neither on of 'em
reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the snitch in you
Wanna give another nigga cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You
Tryin' to your shot while you lose to Top
Now you you can rock 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
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 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, cock it and let a off
Clip slip, he dip I and let the spin off
As soon as Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll wait 'til the day bury you, load the baby chopper
Bust in Funeral like 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 miss this nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, back of the head BAOW, his blurred
Brain matter roll off a Jew like a Yiddish word
Act diva, I clap heaters, two Ninas
I'll raise Solomon, King David;
I'll send a tip through ya then I'm sendin' ya to ya
two Jews catchin' one bullet like Smith Schu-
You know, Juju Schuster
Yeah, I'm ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron 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 mask down, I'm Jay
Blac! Niggas trippin' for sayin' this man a cookie, he a fuckin'
Code name "queef"; Aaron (air in)
I said I'll wet up this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), then I 'Pump Up The
You me?

[Round 1: Iron
O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, then without no rhyme or
He to try defeatin' his opponents, with 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' like some a trans
Madness 7 was especially embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault like you's your inheritance
Lose your voice 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 of fresh air, when did (winded) this become a gag to you?
Every we see you choke, I just wanna strangle you
Let's not (knot) 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 other battle's just how Nu Twork's
You clowns heard me?! anyone your town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is slang for ending your round early?
You should be worried
You've snapped less pressure
Then choked through more 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 your neck out in rings
And if he don't choke, it's cause his admiration him practice for me
The only reason Red capable (cape a bull) is he mad adore (matador) me
Red cape...a bull...matador?!! is no Spain
For charging me in the ring this'll be where (olé)
Six feet will be how the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? gotta be some consequence
Y'all wanna see thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching this
paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his consciousness
Champion his brain, got him thinkin' he's on my plane
But having a Good Year, doesn't launch you beyond the
What does on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting in this same spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Of Fame, Wall Of Shame
Award you Lost and gained
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money like a wallet chain
The of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) collect O
You'll hear Red phone an operators when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck fifty to throat
And ain't to say between cuts, I'm just skits-O (skitzo)
You want smoke? get smoke
Who's throwing in though?
Or go half on an ounce, I'll split O
For the right green, who you want dead? I'm Visine to a
Had the clear drop on him as I seen that I (eye) got Red
From box cutters to blockbusters sick the hounds at him like fox
My top gunners got Red in they sites like Scott
And shoot the sharpest, the truest marksmen
The kicks like the shoe department
Or the inf' turn ya to that logo from the
Bullseye!!! You know the bullseye from the supermarket?
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 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 like
(Why?)
you suck Aaron (air in)
I done killed a lot of niggas, you to be dead wit' 'em
I with poison, create carnage; Red Venom
Lead rippin, bring the out a bitch when his head drippin'
Dawg fake, but I still hear the like Craig trippin'
You gon' dread Red like Trippie when Redd trippin'
For them Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby with a leg
He paralyzed, every bar after that, was (bed written)
We're
But this Aaron cat, do Aaron black
Why y'all puttin' him on every Smack like Aaron
New machine gun, and a pair of straps I'm airin' black
an MK with the two revolvers, I'm airin' black!
Aaron wack, how you lose round to an iffy Mook?
Jackson 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 want the skin
I'm sick of these bitches, tryin' to be us and G it
a real Hitman Holla then they remix it
Speak like he thee victim and we trippin'
A case of, "What are those?" Sneak dissin'
But of sneak dissin'...
Didn't you wear those you did your Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool 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 (accolade) under the kicks, he a Jordan 10
I'm him
Smack, why the fuck you give me this Aaron
You had a better classic puttin' me against Aaron mother
Get to on Aaron then I'm airin' on Aaron brother
Follow me, I'm the one with the stick who brother
The one with the stick who 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 I soak a bitch
I get in close wit' it, then I'm unloadin' it 'til I the grip
Then on gettin' in close wit' it and SMACK a bitch, no offense
I'm wit' it
.380 you gettin' crazy? Then you plus two will be liftin' daises
Iron get the headshot, y'all get three a piece the .80
Once I expose Solomon wisdom, you bitches can the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Solomon]
It's kinda hard to believe that all them flaws in teeth
Is a problem you couldn't solve just by flossing your
Or a doctor you could've called, that shit look good at all
Your gum line remind me of Twork, with his off
I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they still like complete shit
You used to have that out? Your dentist did the remix
is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my screw on, they tell him "screw off"
I get the pussy as you dawg and they say I don't even have two balls
is twice as nuts, I like to fuck white or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip than a fire
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 wait outside and can't button like how yo' fit
And how Hitman and Calicoe's described it
How you be blocking the box you should points on your license
We all lose a chance of cut up
Our of gettin' cut up, they gettin' killed like 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 then 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 rounds be teaming 'em and you still don't have no sportsmanship?
now you picked the one wrong white boy to try to run on
I handle Red Solo like flip cups, 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 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 you marijuana
I can improve on your penmanship and do it so
You never did a bid, you whole sentences
Rewording your bars to try to convince the world you hard
On the block, up raw or doing dirt in the yard
I stopped believing every thing I heard from fraud
When I hear he at a job as a security guard
I C.O. (see O), you a dime dropper...loss prevention, stopper
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 really think we believe you the blood type O,
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then blood's what you'll a pint of
I put a blade in a brim, like Peaky Blinders
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
just fight instead 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 as a baby in New York in the 80's
on empty 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 killers and dealers rocks
You get a wooden box, we take the beef board, and butcher blocks
Y'all should applaud for how my to our region's culture 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 trauma, blunt 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 make his daughter
You from the era, right?
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 game won't wonder will he whether (weather) the or not
Thought I wouldn't shoot in front of yo' lil' bitch ass
Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't give a fuck who up on that roof
I'm still goin' let it
in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) punch out the Blue
That's a double punch
You ain't it? Let's review
The first one was all of the babies, I Rumi, Sir, Blue
But when B birthed the first most it wasn't true
the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the Blue
I'm a murderer in the gang, he ain't even got a
Red is a demon, when whippin' that Hellcat, no Dodging me
You hear the tires screech on Iron's street an iron piece
First round, bust out the Charger, the clip? Ryan
Neck shot, turn Solomon to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah your will be that kind of deep
No respect for you, I'm stretchin' you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose
Turn the fruit to a vegetable
If your granny out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' bust her
Glock .40 and they speak over your mother
BAOW! Millz by the way
My niggas slide, clip rise
Your center guy gets to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon'
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, put the heat to his bitch wig
Don't die nigga, look at your queen, she your
I for motherfuckers to watch when I murk people
Pure evil, any last words- I burst Eagle
And make this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first
I I stra-da, ah-kla 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 I'm Strapped In
I'll clap you in a
Madness!
I could at any moment
And it's again I'm here
See the [?] K, like whatcha like?
[?] then his pockets get

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

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

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

[Round 3: Solomon]
Yo, the tried to murder Tsu, Surf I just wanted words with you
When you hear from all your operations, let Solomon get
But something's weird, why always unprepared?
he need y'all he never fucking there like the right top for the Tupperware w
It's how y'all ain't loyal
I guess y'all came the same soil
Where even the clothing that your 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 my trust falls on a gang 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 or kill em with body language
And when I run into Chaz Duncan, literally body language
Turn from meat into something Verb would eat
And the plug and put him in dirt to feed the worms a feast
You and your rivals doin' scams, time to be a man
Jump inside the ring and dance or 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 slice a of your brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing Jersey like I never ate a plate
Everyone the Garden in a vegetative state
Yeah! Jean jacket let's go!
And I could do it dolo too, Iron making moves
You can have more people that roll with you than shoes
I step in the game, you get X'd the frame
Nobody spared 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 the zeros O spits with in (within) ciphers
It's like yo' is on fire without a single survivor
Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and that's just the tip of the on a Titanic run
out a monumental spot
Above all the nobodies on Rushmore, I'm ahead of Roc
Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore, I'm already a of rock
One of the only forefathers (four fathers) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all 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 mute button on Surf's
If you think we need to see Sub Titles you're dumb
Listen, what you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one
The Volumes got turnt up
Just 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 other
Cause I'm so elite with the subject matter not even my matters
What I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til something ain't right you
And I don't to write about 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 can't catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) I'll take anybody
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 Beasley's
Volume 3 coming! For my it's ugly
I was chewing through Pits of Pedigree as puppies
Getting fed to me as you will 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 it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty
I will sock a (soccer) Jersey like Fettuccine 20
My recipe is heavenly, the people love me
When I'm dead, they gon' me with 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 know
I'm a spell it out for you, read names slow
T-Top, Bigg K, and Three great foes
And when I knock out Red, a T, K, O
Jean shit!