Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every ain't a rapper
This kind of show if you can rhyme or not
This Red Zone, headphones, I make the Volume pop
Only took this battle, cause said you on fire Aak
And mama always told me you gotta strike the Iron h-
I'm from a block, you trespass and we rock a twat
Catch me in your hood next day, I 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 over cause niggas jumped me? Nah, I jump this broom, I give a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot)
Volume 3 comin', you Surf was duckin' him
Called out rapper and didn't get neither on of 'em
Your reaction, typical, cracker, the snitch in you
Wanna give nigga bars cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You
Tryin' to your shot while you lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can rock wit' the Champ, are you stupid
Smack set you up, a Kostya/Zab maneuver Aak
He took the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah)
I mastered word, perfected all of my grammar
When shit get intense (in tents) you will not be a camper
You dyin' in every
I want you to remember the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, it's on
Just for comin' here, with all of them pies to get off
I aim it at this clip on, cock it and let a off
Clip slip, he dip I switch and let the off
As as this Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll wait 'til the day they bury you, load the baby
Bust in Funeral like I'm Phara's baby father
Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the of this mess
If you got love for Solomon, you better jet or die a death
if I get the urge whoever miss this 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 black
I'll raise Solomon, King David;
I'll send a tip through ya then I'm ya bitch to ya
two Jews catchin' one bullet like Smith Schu-
You know, Juju Smith
Yeah, I'm ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed with a 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"; Aaron (air in)
I I'll 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, with the treatment
Or your crack
And we don't 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 especially
Got put in the vault like you's protectin' your inheritance
Lose your voice 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 air, when did (winded) this become a gag to you?
Every time we see you choke, I wanna strangle you
Let's not (knot) pretend his friends cutting him is news (noose)
You been given too much rope by dopes hang with you
O-Red, you the worst
Tsu the first
Now choking every other battle's just how Nu Jersey
You clowns heard me?! How's anyone town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically for ending your round early?
You be wild worried
snapped under less pressure
Then choked through more rounds 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 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?!! is no Spain
For charging me in the this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six feet will be how deep the is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? gotta be some consequence
Y'all see these thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching this
Y'all paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his
Champion his brain, got him thinkin' he's on my plane
But having a Good Year, doesn't launch you the game
What does bein' on SMACK, with belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in same spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Of Shame
Award you claimed? and gained
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money attached like a wallet
The of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) collect O
You'll Red phone an emergency operators when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from fifty to slit throat
And ain't much to say cuts, I'm just skits-O (skitzo)
You smoke? You'll get smoke
Who's throwing in 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 drop on him soon as I seen that I (eye) got Red
From box to blockbusters sick the hounds at him like fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in sites like Scott Summers
And they shoot the sharpest, the truest
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 shit I 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 tough you a duck
Why you think you look Kirby?
(Why?)
Cause you Aaron (air in)
I done a lot of niggas, you 'bout to be dead wit' 'em
I with poison, create carnage; Red Venom
Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch when his drippin'
fake, but I still hear the whimpers like Craig trippin'
You gon' dread Red like Redd when Redd trippin'
For them Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby with a leg
He paralyzed, bar after that, was bedridden (bed written)
We're
But this Aaron cat, rarely do Aaron
Why y'all puttin' him on every Smack Aaron black?
New machine gun, and a pair of straps I'm airin' black
That's an MK with the two revolvers, I'm 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 him well
For rappin' to begin
These always want the culture, but they never want the skin
I'm sick of these bitches, to be us and G wit' it
Until a real Hitman Holla they remix it
Speak different like he thee victim and we
A classic of, "What are those?" Sneak dissin'
But speakin' of dissin'...
Didn't you wear those when you did your scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cause I was bred with the infrared, I'm torturous
Bird down and give him the kicks like he fortunate
I he drop I stand over the body 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 Aaron
You had a better classic puttin' me against Aaron mother
Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm airin' on Aaron
Follow me, I'm the one with the stick who airin'
The one with the stick who you get it, right?
I know you fuckin' with Red shit, that's Moses 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
Then keep on gettin' in wit' it and SMACK a bitch, no offense
I'm dope it
Baby .380 you gettin' Then you plus two will be liftin' daises
Iron get the headshot, y'all get three a piece the .80
I expose Solomon wisdom, you bitches can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Iron
It's kinda to believe 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 look at all
Your gum remind me of Twork, with his hoodie off
I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they still like complete shit
You used to have that single out? Your dentist did the
is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my screw on, they tell him "screw off"
I get double the 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 than a fire truck
I'll give yo' wifey the pipe have the time of her life
I will break that box down like recycling
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 story described it
How you be blocking the box you should points on your license
We all lose a chance of cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, they gettin' killed that
It's a guy code, but you don't know it, cause you 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?
After all the basketball you spit in them tournaments
Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you still don't no sportsmanship?
Well now you picked the one wrong boy to try to run on
I handle Red 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
This goo goo you blah blah doo doo caca
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 and do it so effortless
You did a bid, you inventin' whole sentences
Rewording your bars to try to convince the that you hard
On the block, serving up raw or dirt in the yard
I stopped believing every 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, patrolling with your partner
Is you 5-0? Or you plead the 5th? Who you 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 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 with the hands blood, like we took an
Let's just fight 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 to paint me
But I was as a baby in New York in the 80's
Stepping on crack viles in every park that I played in
Manhattan to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie Bronx
Fiends in the Street that Blanka got 'em lookin' shocked
Crooked cops stone cold and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we take the over board, and butcher blocks
Y'all should applaud for how my allegiance to our 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 kick in ya door and beat your mother to death a big Heckler
The head trauma, force, no peer pressure
take the rest of the fam' to the roof while they 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
lettin' 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
Thought I wouldn't shoot in of yo' lil' bitch ass crew?
Nigga Jay-Z baby, livin' proof that I don't give a fuck who up on that roof
I'm still 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? Let's
The one was all of the babies, I said Rumi, Sir, Blue
But when B birthed the first thought it wasn't true
the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the Blue
I'm a in the gang, he ain't even got a Clue
Red is a demon, whippin' that Hellcat, ain't no Dodging me
You the tires screech on Iron's street with an iron piece
First round, bust out the Charger, the clip? Ryan
shot, turn Iron Solomon to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah your voice will be that of deep
No respect for you, I'm just you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose
Turn the F'in fruit to a
If your come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' bust her
Glock .40 and they speak over your mother's
BAOW! Millz by the way
My niggas slide, clip will
Your center guy sent to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon'
I left that Jew blood on another Jew a genocide
Get a [?] get the exemplify
M body you for the Lion Kin- that's where Simba (symbolize)
I Dr. Jekyll, tell your mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big BAOW! Curling Iron, then 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- then I Eagle
And make this 'Juicy' hit like first single
I said I stra-da, ah-kla
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 said I'm In
I'll you in a coma
Madness!
I could snap at any
And it's once I'm here
See the [?] K, whatcha life like?
[?] then his get tapped

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

Then it's Twork's for Verb 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 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 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, I just wanted words with you
When you hear all your operations, let Solomon get surgical
But something's weird, why Rajon unprepared?
When he y'all he never fucking there like the right top for the Tupperware w
crazy how y'all ain't loyal
I guess y'all 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 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 falls on a gang of
Who raise arms to get my back, so it won't be y'all catch me slippin'
See I could hit em with bars and angles or kill em with language
And when I run into Duncan, I'll literally body language
Turn Verb from meat into Verb would eat
And pull the plug and put him in dirt to feed the worms a
You and your rivals 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 with an Iron on hands
All that GOAT talk you heard (herd'll) turn to Of The Lambs
When I slice a of your 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! jacket shit let's go!
And I could do it dolo too, Iron making 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 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 yo' ship is on fire without a single survivor
Meanin' I'm sinking entire cruise and that's the tip of the iceberg on a Titanic run
Carvin' out a monumental
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) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all never top
And peaked yet, you peeped it? You blind if you don't see
You saw what happened you put N.O.M.E. together with No Me
You me, I woulda pushed the mute button on Surf's tongue
If you think we need to see Sub Titles then dumb
Listen, fuck you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one
The Volumes got turnt up
Just when you thought I wasn't doing impressive
After that, the dumb and the def have come to they senses
See I can beat you with a hundred chapters, I'm 'bout other rappers
Cause I'm so elite with the subject not even my subject matters
What I mean is, Red, the right'll you til something ain't right about you
And I don't have to write about you to snatch soul right up out you
SMACK, I'm with ALL the smoke, you I'm ready once you pay me
You can't catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) I'll anybody baby
I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron like 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
even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's spot
Volume 3 coming! For my it's ugly
I was chewing through Pits of your Pedigree as
Getting fed to me as you will never be this hungry
They even lettin' you even me, cause they protecting Geechi from me
After what I do to him they not gon' let me leave the
We could it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty
I will sock a (soccer) rapper like Fettuccine 20
My recipe is heavenly, the people love me
When I'm dead, they gon' bury me Nefertiti's mummy
And a extra freaky bunnies named Bethany and Buffy
A pound of Purp a pint of Hennessy and Dutchies
I'm a letter in on a secret he ain't know
I'm a spell it out for you, read these names
T-Top, Bigg K, and him? Three foes
And I knock out Red, that's a T, K, O
jacket shit!