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
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 gotta strike the Iron h-
I'm a violent block, you trespass and we rock a twat
me in your hood next 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 over cause niggas 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
Your reaction, typical, cracker, the snitch in you
Wanna give another bars cause you ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You
Tryin' to shoot your while you lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can wit' the Champ, are you stupid Aak?
Smack set you up, a Kostya/Zab maneuver Aak
He took the 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 will not be a happy
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 on, cock it and let a clip 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 you, load the baby chopper
Bust in your Funeral I'm Phara's baby father
Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the cause of this
If you got love for Solomon, you better jet or die a death
Cause if I get the urge whoever this nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, back of the head BAOW, his blurred
Brain roll off a Jew tongue 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
That's two Jews catchin' one like Smith Schu-
You know, Smith Schuster
Yeah, I'm talkin' play, makin' sure Aaron Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed with a ring like Clay
Stiff as a
When Red ski down, I'm Jagged 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 venue, I'm a wild dude
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), then I 'Pump Up The
You me?

[Round 1: Solomon]
O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, then without no or reason
He decides to try 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 put in the vault like you's protectin' your inheritance
Lose your voice when you me that'll be a true casualty
All that talking horse shit get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the glue factory
You once was a breath of fresh air, when did (winded) become a gag to you?
Every we see you choke, I just wanna strangle you
Let's not (knot) pretend his friends cutting him 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 me?! How's anyone your town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is slang for ending your round early?
You should be wild
You've snapped less pressure
Then choked through more rounds then them African neck
I mean forget being king If you 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, cause 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 the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? There's be some consequence
Y'all wanna see these thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching
paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his consciousness
Champion washed his brain, got him thinkin' he's on my
But having a Good Year, doesn't launch you beyond the
What bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting in this same spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Wall Of
you claimed? Lost and gained
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money attached a wallet chain
The of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) collect O
You'll hear Red phone an emergency operators when I O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck to slit throat
And ain't to say between cuts, I'm just skits-O (skitzo)
You smoke? You'll get smoke
throwing in chips though?
Or go half on an ounce, I'll split O
For the right green, who you want I'm Visine to a pothead
Had the clear on him soon as I seen that I (eye) got Red
From box cutters to blockbusters sick the hounds at him fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in sites like Scott Summers
And they shoot the sharpest, the marksmen
The kicks like the shoe department
Or the inf' ya to that logo from the supermarket
Bullseye!!! You know the bullseye logo from the
That's a red dot in the of O-Red, you a human Target
The shit I 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 tough you a Aaron
Why you you look like Kirby?
(Why?)
Cause you suck (air in)
I killed a lot of niggas, you 'bout to be dead wit' 'em
I flow with poison, create carnage; Red
Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch when his drippin'
Dawg fake, but I still hear the like Craig trippin'
You dread Red like Trippie Redd when Redd trippin'
For them Presidents I'll leave Kirby with a leg missin'
He paralyzed, bar after that, was bedridden (bed written)
different
But Aaron cat, rarely do Aaron black
Why y'all puttin' him on every like Aaron black?
New machine gun, and a of straps when I'm airin' black
That's an MK the two revolvers, I'm airin' black!
wack, how you lose every round to an iffy Mook?
Curtis Jackson joinin' your faith, that 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it him well
For rappin' to begin
These crackers always want the culture, but never want the skin
I'm sick of bitches, tryin' to be us and G wit' it
Until a real Hitman Holla then 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 Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool cause I was bred 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 (accolade) under the kicks, he a Jordan 10
I'm him
Smack, why the fuck you give me Aaron sucker?
You would've had a better puttin' me against Aaron mother
Get to airin' on then I'm airin' on Aaron brother
Follow me, I'm the one with the stick who airin'
The one the stick who airin'- you get it, right?
I know you fuckin' with Red shit, that's Moses bitch I'll ya bitch
Wet her up like she Caribbean, that I soak a bitch
I get in wit' it, then I'm unloadin' it 'til I broke the grip
Then keep on 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 from the .80
Once I expose Solomon wisdom, you can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Iron
It's kinda hard to that all them flaws in your teeth
Is a problem you couldn't solve by flossing your teeth
Or a doctor you could've called, that shit doesn't look at all
gum line remind me of Twork, with his hoodie off
I mean I know you got teeth "fixed", but they still look like complete shit
You used to have single out? Your dentist did the remix
This is like LL 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 like to white or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip than a fire
I'll give yo' the pipe she'll 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 wait outside and can't button how yo' jacket fit
And how and Calicoe's story described it
How you be blocking the box you should have on your license
We all lose a of getting cut up
Our chances of cut up, they gettin' killed like 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 then bitched 'bout the limits
around, battled Brizz he gets cut off and you fine with it?
After all the basketball you spit 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 handle Red Solo like flip cups, through sports bars like a pub crawl
Who'd a thunk I dribble, pass, shoot and dunk
A player with a single and one with everything like a Buddhist monk
This goo goo gaga you 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' 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 thing I heard from this
When I hear he at a job as a security guard
I C.O. (see O), you a dropper...loss prevention, crime stopper
In a parking lot in a marked car, patrolling your white partner
Is you 5-0? Or you plead the 5th? Who you ride fo? What set you
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 this pussy poked I really ain't the one you should
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 lined up Red and white tryin' to get him stripes
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 that I in
From to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie Bronx
Fiends in the Street Fighting that Blanka got 'em shocked
Crooked cops stone cold and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a box, we take the beef over 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 the difference between good and God
Not

3: O-Red]
No intro, I kick in ya door and beat your to death with a big Heckler
The head trauma, blunt force, no 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 freestyle era,
Cool, he off the top
After lettin' ya father down, point at (disappointin') pops
The rest of you niggas going to
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 front of yo' lil' 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
a double 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 first most thought it wasn't
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 with an piece
round, bust out the Charger, the clip? Ryan Leaf
Neck shot, turn Iron to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah your will be that kind of deep
No respect for you, I'm just you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose
Turn the fruit to a vegetable
If your come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' bust her
Glock .40 and they speak over your mother's
BAOW! Free by the way
My slide, clip will rise
Your center guy gets to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon'
I left that Jew blood on Jew like a genocide
Get a [?] get the exemplify
M body you for the Lion Kin- where Simba lies (symbolize)
I said Dr. Jekyll, your mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Curling Iron, then put the to his bitch wig
die nigga, look at your queen, she your prequel
I like for motherfuckers to watch when I murk
Pure evil, any last then I burst Eagle
And make this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first
I said I stra-da, 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
I'll you in a coma
Madness!
I snap at any moment
And it's again I'm here
See the [?] K, like life like?
[?] then his get tapped

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

Then it's Twork's third for when I'm cockin' the strap
All you see is a hoodie drop the Calicoe claps
Look at him! He know he murked
There was no other option, I had to throw him in the
Look, you salty, I ripped shirt?
I give a fuck nigga, it's still murder in the first
Ya me?

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

[Round 3: Iron
Yo, the streets to murder Tsu, Surf I just wanted words with you
When you from all your operations, let Solomon get surgical
But something's weird, why Rajon unprepared?
When he need y'all he fucking there like the right top for the Tupperware w
crazy how y'all ain't loyal
I guess y'all came 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 sense is I can count on my whole family, the census
So if I'm caught in a bad position my falls on a gang of henchman
Who raise arms to get my back, so it won't be y'all that catch me
See I hit em with bars and angles or kill em with body language
And when I run into Duncan, I'll literally body language
Verb from meat into something Verb would eat
And pull the plug and put him in dirt to the worms a feast
You and your rivals scams, ladies time to be a man
Jump inside the 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) to Silence Of The Lambs
When I slice a of your brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing through Jersey I never ate a plate
Everyone the Garden in a vegetative state
Yeah! Jean jacket shit go!
And I do it dolo too, Iron making Solo moves
You can have more people that roll with you bowlin' shoes
I step in the game, you get X'd from the
Nobody spared when I strike all the pen in my lane
I sent the Bloque to the gutter, said "good (writtens)" to Writers
I'll rap circles 'round the zeros O spits in (within) ciphers
It's like yo' ship is on fire without a single
Meanin' I'm sinking cruise and that's just the tip of the iceberg on a Titanic run
Carvin' out a spot
Above all the on Rushmore, I'm already 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 if you don't see
You saw what happened when you put N.O.M.E. together No Me
You know me, I woulda pushed the mute button on tongue
If you think we to see Sub Titles then you're dumb
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 dumb and the def have come to they senses
See I can beat you with a hundred chapters, I'm readin' other rappers
Cause I'm so elite the subject matter not even my subject matters
I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til something 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 can't catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) I'll take anybody
I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at like this was horseshoes
My stack up on the poles (polls)? They all lose
I already reached the top and I don't feel I to stop
They even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking spot
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies it's
I was chewing through Pits of Pedigree as puppies
Getting fed to me as munchies you will be this hungry
They even lettin' you even touch me, cause protecting Geechi from me
After what I do to him not gon' let me leave the country
We could take it to the blades, if the weaponry is
I will sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper Fettuccine 20
My recipe is heavenly, O-Red the people me
When I'm dead, they gon' me with Nefertiti's mummy
And a couple freaky bunnies named Bethany and Buffy
A pound of Grandaddy Purp a 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 Three great foes
And when I out Red, that's a T, K, O
jacket shit!