Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every battler ain't a
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 strike while the Iron h-
I'm from a violent block, you trespass and we rock a
Catch me in your hood next day, I dare squad to pop
I comin' back, chopper
Just to 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 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 another rapper and didn't get 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 while you to Top
Now you thinkin' you can 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 caught Red handed, it's on
Just for comin' here, with all of them pies to get off
I aim it at clip on, cock it and let a clip off
Clip slip, he dip I and let the spin off
As soon as this Jew booked, a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll 'til the day they bury 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 for Solomon, you better jet or die a horrible death
Cause if I get the urge miss this nerd is gettin' served
the bird, back of the head BAOW, his vision blurred
Brain matter roll off a Jew like a Yiddish word
Act diva, I heaters, two black Ninas
I'll raise Solomon, King Bathsheba
I'll send a tip through ya then I'm ya bitch to ya
That's two Jews catchin' one bullet like Smith
You know, Smith Schuster
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' Aaron Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed a ring like Cassius Clay
Stiff as a
Red ski mask down, I'm Jagged Jay
Blac! Niggas trippin' for sayin' this man a cookie, he a geek
Code name "queef"; Aaron (air in)
I said I'll wet up whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild dude
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), I 'Pump Up The Volume'
You me?

[Round 1: Iron
O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, then without no or reason
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, the silent treatment
Or voice crack
And we know if you're a woman, or you're a man
Call yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' like some form a
Summer Madness 7 was embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault like protectin' your inheritance
Lose your voice when you battle me that'll be a casualty
All that talking horse 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 just strangle you
Let's not (knot) his friends cutting him slack is news (noose)
You given too much rope by dopes that hang with you
O-Red, you the worst
Tsu the first
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 be wild worried
You've snapped under less
Then choked through more rounds them African neck stretchers
I mean forget being king If you can't write more things
Cause you struggle to hold up your head up when you stick your neck out in rings
And if he choke, it's 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?!! is no Spain
For me in the ring this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six will be how deep the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding accomplishments? There's gotta be some consequence
Y'all wanna see 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 Year, doesn't launch you beyond 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 Lost and gained
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the attached like a wallet chain
The cost of fame, I your name like you die I'll (dial) collect O
You'll hear Red an emergency operators when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck fifty to throat
And ain't much to say between cuts, I'm just (skitzo)
You smoke? You'll get smoke
Who's throwing in chips
Or let's go half on an ounce, split O
For the green, who you want dead? 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 the hounds at him like fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in they sites Scott Summers
And they the sharpest, the truest marksmen
The pump like the shoe department
Or the inf' turn ya to that logo the supermarket
Bullseye!!! You know the logo 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 don't got 'em on me and do-Jersey!

2: O-Red]
Smack! Fuck
You ain't you a duck Aaron
Why you think you look like
(Why?)
Cause you Aaron (air in)
I killed a lot of niggas, you 'bout to be dead wit' 'em
I flow poison, create carnage; Red Venom
Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch his head drippin'
Dawg fake, but I hear the whimpers like Craig trippin'
You gon' dread Red like Trippie Redd when Redd
For them Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby a leg missin'
He paralyzed, every bar that, was bedridden (bed written)
We're
But this Aaron cat, do Aaron black
Why y'all puttin' him on every Smack like black?
New gun, and a pair of straps when I'm airin' black
an MK with the two revolvers, I'm airin' 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 battle to begin
These crackers always want the culture, but they 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 and we trippin'
A classic case of, "What are those?" Sneak
But speakin' of dissin'...
Didn't you wear those when you did your scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool I was bred with the infrared, I'm torturous
Bird down and give him the kicks like he fortunate
I said he drop I stand over the body and keep it
Now this AK'll (accolade) under the kicks, he a Jordan 10
I'm him
Smack, why the fuck you give me this sucker?
You would've had a better classic puttin' me against Aaron
Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm airin' on brother
me, I'm the one with the stick who airin' brother
The one the stick who airin'- 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, mean I soak a bitch
I get in close wit' it, then I'm it 'til I broke the grip
Then keep on gettin' in close wit' it and SMACK a bitch, no
I'm dope 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 believe that all flaws in your teeth
Is a problem you couldn't solve just by your teeth
Or a doctor you could've called, shit doesn't look good at all
Your gum remind me of Twork, with his hoodie off
I mean I you got your teeth "fixed", but they still look 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 pussy as you dawg and they say I don't 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
I'll yo' wifey the pipe she'll have the time of her life
I will break box down like recycling night
On some shit, it gets passionate
You be on a tip
Meanin' you gotta 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 a chance of getting cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, gettin' killed like that
It's a guy code, but you don't know it, cause you ain't built like
You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes then bitched 'bout the time
around, battled Brizz he gets cut off and you fine with it?
After all the basketball you spit in them tournaments
rounds 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 flip cups, skip through sports bars like a pub crawl
Who'd a thunk I could dribble, pass, shoot and
A player with a single skill and one with everything a Buddhist monk
This goo goo gaga you 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 never did a bid, you inventin' 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 thing I heard from this fraud
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, with your white partner
Is you 5-0? Or you plead the 5th? Who you ride fo? set you with?
You really we believe you the blood type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then blood's what bleed a pint of
When I put a blade in a brim, like Blinders
Get this pussy poked I really the one you should provoke
We can get it shaking with the blood, like we took an oath
Let's just fight instead of false for that extra hype
You see they even up Red and white tryin' to get him stripes
So you can try to portray me however you to paint me
But I was born as a baby in New York in the
Stepping on crack viles in every park that I played in
From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Bronx
Fiends in the Street Fighting that got 'em lookin' shocked
cops stone cold killers and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we take the 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 y'all the difference between good and God
Not

[Round 3:
No intro, I kick in ya door and beat your to death with a big Heckler
The head trauma, blunt force, no peer
Then the rest 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
lettin' ya father down, this'll point at (disappointin') pops
The rest of you going to watch
So when I take him off the grid, Iron game won't 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 goin' let it
Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) punch out the
That's a punch move
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 thought it true
the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the Blue
I'm a murderer in the gang, he even got a Clue
Red is a demon, when whippin' 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 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 fruit to a
If your granny come out to check on you, fuckin' bust her
Glock .40 and they speak over mother's mother
BAOW! Free by the way
My niggas slide, 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 that's where Simba lies (symbolize)
I Dr. Jekyll, tell your mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Iron, then put the heat to his bitch wig
die nigga, look at your queen, she your prequel
I like for motherfuckers to watch when I people
Pure evil, any last words- then I Eagle
And make this hit like Biggie first single
I I stra-da, ah-kla ah-ka
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm tired of you niggas my translation is rubbish
Fuck I gotta put it in or somethin'?
I I'm Strapped In
clap you in a coma
Madness!
I snap at any moment
And it's once again I'm
See the [?] K, whatcha life like?
[?] then his pockets get

{O-Red rips shirt. Iron gets pissed 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 the Calicoe claps
Look at him! He he gettin' murked
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 murder in the
Ya me?

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

[Round 3: Solomon]
Yo, the streets tried to Tsu, Surf I just wanted 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 like the right top for the w
It's crazy how y'all loyal
I guess y'all came from the 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 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 bars and angles or kill em with body language
And when I run into Chaz Duncan, literally body 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, 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 talk you heard (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs
When I slice a of your brain out and fry it in a pan
I'm chewing through Jersey like I never ate a plate
Everyone from the Garden in a vegetative
Yeah! Jean jacket shit go!
And I could do it dolo too, Iron making Solo
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 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 like yo' ship is on fire a single survivor
I'm sinking entire cruise and that's just 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 a head of rock
One of the only forefathers (four fathers) still setting (presidents) y'all will never top
And ain't peaked yet, you peeped it? You blind if you see
You saw what happened you put N.O.M.E. together with No Me
You know me, I woulda pushed the button on Surf's tongue
If you think we need to see Sub Titles then you're
Listen, fuck you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one
The SMACK Volumes got up
Just you thought I wasn't doing nothin' impressive
After that, the blind dumb and the def have come to senses
See I can beat you with a hundred chapters, I'm 'bout other rappers
Cause I'm so elite with the subject matter not even my matters
I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til something ain't right about you
And I don't to write about you to snatch your soul right up out you
SMACK, I'm with ALL the smoke, you know I'm ready you pay me
You can't catch the kid nappin' (kidnapping) take anybody baby
I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron this was horseshoes
My opponents stack up on the poles (polls)? all lose
I reached the top and I don't feel I need to stop
They even got me the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's spot
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies ugly
I was chewing through Pits of your Pedigree as
Getting fed to me as munchies you will be this hungry
They even lettin' you even touch me, cause they Geechi from me
After what I do to him they not let me leave the country
We could take it to the blades, if the is rusty
I will sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like 20
My is heavenly, O-Red the people love me
I'm dead, they gon' bury me with Nefertiti's mummy
And a couple extra freaky bunnies named 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 spell it out for you, these names slow
T-Top, Bigg K, and Three great foes
And I knock out Red, that's a T, K, O
jacket shit!