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 battle, cause Beasley 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 a twat
Catch me in your hood day, I dare your squad to pop
I comin' back, cocked
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 don't give a if we tied or not (tie the knot)
Volume 3 comin', you said Surf was him
Called out another rapper and didn't get on of 'em
Your reaction, typical, cracker, the snitch in you
Wanna give another nigga bars you ain't get to sue (Tsu)
You
Tryin' to your shot while you lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can wit' the Champ, are you stupid Aak?
set you up, this a Kostya/Zab maneuver Aak
He took the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah)
I mastered every word, perfected all of my
When get intense (in tents) you will not be a happy camper
You in every stanza
I you to remember the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, it's on camera
Just for comin' here, with all of them 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 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 horrible
Cause if I get the urge miss this nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, back of the BAOW, his vision blurred
Brain matter roll off a Jew tongue a Yiddish word
Act diva, I clap heaters, two black
I'll raise Solomon, David; Bathsheba
send a tip through ya then I'm sendin' ya bitch to ya
That's two 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 with a ring like Cassius Clay
Stiff as a
When Red ski mask down, I'm Jay
Blac! Niggas for sayin' this man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek
Code "queef"; Aaron (air in) pussy
I said wet up this whole motherfuckin' 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 no rhyme or reason
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, with the silent
Or your crack
And we don't if you're a woman, or you're a man
Call yourself the Transformer, but be like some form a trans
Madness 7 was especially embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault like you's your inheritance
Lose your voice when you me that'll be a true casualty
All talking horse shit will get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the glue factory
You once was a breath of fresh air, did (winded) this become a gag to you?
time 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 rope by dopes that hang with 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?! How's your town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically slang for ending your round
You should be wild
snapped under less pressure
Then choked through more rounds then them African stretchers
I mean forget being 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 his admiration made him practice 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 me in the ring this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six feet be how deep the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? There's gotta be consequence
Y'all wanna see these of his on screen, for the people watching this
Y'all paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can his consciousness
Champion washed his brain, got him thinkin' on my plane
But having a Good Year, doesn't you beyond the game
What bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in this same 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 like a wallet
The cost of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) O
You'll hear Red phone an emergency when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from fifty to slit throat
And ain't much to say between cuts, I'm skits-O (skitzo)
You want smoke? You'll get
Who's throwing in though?
Or let's go on an ounce, I'll split O
For the right green, who you want I'm Visine to a pothead
Had the clear drop on him soon as I seen I (eye) got Red
From box cutters to blockbusters sick the hounds at him like fox
My top gunners got Red in they like Scott Summers
And they shoot the sharpest, the marksmen
The pump like the shoe department
Or the turn ya to that logo from the supermarket
Bullseye!!! You the bullseye logo from the supermarket?
That's a red dot in the middle of O-Red, you a human
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 duck
Why you think you look like
(Why?)
Cause you 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 out a bitch when his head drippin'
Dawg fake, but I still hear the whimpers like trippin'
You gon' dread Red Trippie Redd when Redd trippin'
For them Dead I'll leave Kirby with a leg missin'
He paralyzed, bar after that, was bedridden (bed written)
different
But this Aaron cat, do Aaron black
Why puttin' him on every Smack like Aaron black?
New machine gun, and a pair of when I'm airin' black
That's an MK the two revolvers, I'm airin' black!
Aaron wack, how you lose round to an iffy Mook?
Curtis Jackson joinin' your faith, nigga 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it serves him
For battle rappin' to
These crackers always want the culture, but they never want the
I'm sick of these bitches, tryin' to be us and G 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'...
you wear those when you did your Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool cause I was bred the infrared, I'm torturous
Bird down and give him the kicks like he less
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 Aaron sucker?
You would've had a classic puttin' me against Aaron mother
Get to airin' on then I'm airin' on Aaron brother
me, I'm the one with the stick who airin' brother
The one with the who airin'- you get it, right?
I you fuckin' with Red shit, that's Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch
Wet her up like she Caribbean, that mean I soak a
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 wit' it
Baby .380 you gettin' crazy? Then you plus two will be daises
Iron get the headshot, get three a piece from the .80
Once I expose Solomon wisdom, you can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Iron
It's hard to believe 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
Your gum remind me of Twork, with his hoodie off
I I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they still look like complete shit
You used to that 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
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 truck
I'll yo' wifey the pipe she'll have the time of her life
I will break that box down like recycling
On some passionate shit, it gets
You be on a tip
Meanin' you wait outside and can't button like how yo' jacket fit
And how and Calicoe's story described it
How you be blocking the box you should points on your license
We all lose a of getting cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, they gettin' killed like
It's a guy code, but you don't know it, cause you ain't like that
You battled Ave and for nine minutes then bitched 'bout the time limits
Turn around, battled he gets cut off and you fine with it?
all the basketball bars you spit in them tournaments
Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you still don't have no
Well now you the one wrong white boy to try to run on
I handle Red Solo like 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 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 on your penmanship and do it so effortless
You did a bid, you inventin' whole sentences
your bars to try to convince the world that you hard
On the block, serving up raw or doing 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 white partner
Is you 5-0? Or you plead the 5th? Who you ride fo? set you with?
You really think we you the blood type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then blood's what you'll bleed a of
When I put a blade in a brim, like Blinders
Get this pussy poked I really ain't the one you provoke
We can get it shaking with the blood, like we took an oath
Let's just fight instead of false flagging for that extra
You see they even lined up Red and tryin' to get him stripes
So you can try to me however you wanted to paint me
But I was born as a baby in New York in the
Stepping on empty crack in every park that I played in
From to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie Bronx
Fiends in the Street that Blanka got 'em lookin' shocked
Crooked stone 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 culture is I'm putting on
Taking O out to show y'all the difference good and God
Not

[Round 3:
No intro, I in ya door and beat your mother to death with a big Heckler
The head trauma, blunt force, no pressure
Then take the rest of the fam' to the roof while they all in
And drag yo' punk ass daddy to the ledge and 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 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) punch out the
That's a punch move
You ain't catch it? review
The first one was all of the babies, I said Rumi, Sir,
But when B birthed the most thought it wasn't true
Hence the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the
I'm a murderer in the gang, he ain't even got a
Red is a demon, when whippin' Hellcat, ain't no Dodging me
You hear the tires screech on Iron's street with an iron
First round, bust out the Charger, the clip? Leaf
Neck shot, Iron Solomon 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! Millz 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 another Jew like a
Get a [?] get the exemplify
M you for the Lion Kin- that's where Simba lies (symbolize)
I said Dr. Jekyll, tell mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big BAOW! Curling Iron, then put the heat to his bitch wig
Don't die nigga, look at queen, she your prequel
I like for motherfuckers to watch when I murk
Pure evil, any last then I burst Eagle
And this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first single
I said I stra-da, ah-kla
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm tired of you niggas thinkin' my translation is
Fuck I gotta put it in or somethin'?
I said I'm In
I'll you in a coma
Madness!
I snap at any moment
And once again I'm here
See the [?] K, like whatcha life
[?] his pockets get tapped

{O-Red rips Iron's shirt. 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 hoodie drop then the claps
Look at him! He know he murked
There was no option, I had to throw him in the dirt
Look, you salty, I ripped your
I don't give a fuck nigga, it's still in the first
Ya me?

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

[Round 3: Iron
Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, Surf I just words with you
When you hear from all your operations, let get surgical
But something's weird, why Rajon always
When he need y'all he never fucking there the right top for the Tupperware w
It's crazy how y'all 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 sense is I can 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 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, I'll body language
Turn Verb from meat into Verb would eat
And pull the and put him in dirt to feed the worms a feast
You and your doin' scams, ladies time to be a man
Jump the ring and dance or quit lying to the fans
Lux, let's see if you with an Iron on your hands
All GOAT talk you heard (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs
When I slice a piece of your out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing through Jersey like I ate a plate
Everyone from the Garden in a state
Yeah! Jean jacket let's go!
And I do it dolo too, Iron making Solo moves
You can have more people that roll with you than bowlin'
I step in the game, you get X'd from the
spared when I strike take all the pen in my lane
I sent the Bloque to the gutter, said "good (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 entire 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
Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore, I'm a head of rock
One of the only forefathers (four fathers) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all 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 me, I woulda pushed the mute button on Surf's tongue
If you think we need to see Sub Titles you're dumb
Listen, fuck what you heard son, I was so def Rum on the first one
The SMACK got turnt up
Just when you thought I wasn't nothin' impressive
After that, the blind dumb and the def have to they senses
See I can beat you a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout other rappers
Cause I'm so elite the subject matter 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 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 (kidnapping) I'll take anybody baby
I'm lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron like this was horseshoes
My opponents stack up on the (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 ugly
I was through Pits of your Pedigree as puppies
Getting fed to me as munchies you will never be hungry
They even you even touch me, cause they protecting Geechi from me
After what I do to him they not gon' let me the country
We could it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty
I will sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like 20
My recipe is heavenly, O-Red the love me
When I'm dead, they bury me with Nefertiti's mummy
And a couple freaky bunnies named Bethany and Buffy
A pound of Grandaddy Purp a pint of Hennessy and
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
Jean shit!