Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every battler ain't a
kind of settin' 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 back, chopper cocked
Just to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, 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)
Volume 3 comin', you said Surf was him
Called out another 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 shoot shot while you lose to Top
Now you you can rock 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 every word, perfected all of my grammar
When shit get intense (in tents) you will not be a happy
You in every stanza
I want you to the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, it's on camera
Just for comin' here, with all of them pies to get off
I aim it at this clip on, it and let a clip off
Clip slip, he dip I and let the spin off
As as this Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll wait 'til the day they bury you, the baby chopper
in your Funeral like 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 miss this 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 black
I'll raise Solomon, King Bathsheba
send a tip through ya then I'm sendin' ya bitch to ya
That's two Jews catchin' one bullet like Schu-
You know, Juju Smith
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed with a ring like Cassius
as a mannequin
When Red ski down, I'm Jagged Jay
Blac! Niggas trippin' for this man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek
Code name "queef"; (air in) pussy
I said wet up this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild dude
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), I 'Pump Up The Volume'
You me?

[Round 1: Solomon]
O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, without no rhyme or reason
He to try defeatin' his opponents, with the silent treatment
Or voice crack
And we don't know if a woman, or you're a man
Call the Transformer, but be soundin' like some form a trans
Summer Madness 7 was embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault you's protectin' your inheritance
Lose your voice when you me that'll be a true 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) become a gag to you?
Every time we see you choke, I just strangle you
not (knot) pretend his friends cutting him slack is news (noose)
You been too much rope by dopes that hang with you
O-Red, you the worst
Tsu the first
Now choking every other battle's how Nu Jersey Twork's
You clowns heard me?! How's anyone town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically for ending your round early?
You should be wild
You've snapped under less
Then choked through more then them African neck stretchers
I mean forget being king If you can't write memorable 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 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 this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six feet will be how deep the content is if he's it
Blac, rewarding these accomplishments? gotta be some consequence
Y'all wanna see these of his on screen, for the people watching this
Y'all 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 you beyond the game
What does bein' on SMACK, with belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in this same spot? It's all in (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Of Shame
Award you Lost and gained
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money attached a wallet chain
The cost of fame, I called your like you die I'll (dial) collect O
hear Red phone an emergency operators when I press O
Cause can jump quickly, from buck fifty to slit throat
And ain't much to say between cuts, I'm just (skitzo)
You want You'll get smoke
Who's throwing in chips
Or let's go half on an ounce, split O
For the right green, who you dead? 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 sites like Summers
And shoot the sharpest, the truest marksmen
The pump like the shoe department
Or the turn ya to that logo from the supermarket
Bullseye!!! You know the bullseye logo from the
That's a red dot in the middle of O-Red, you a human
The shit I the hardest!
Sound too
But I'm lyin', I don't got 'em on me and do-Jersey!

[Round 2:
Smack! Fuck
You ain't tough you a Aaron
Why you you look like Kirby?
(Why?)
you suck Aaron (air in)
I done killed a lot of niggas, you 'bout to be wit' 'em
I flow poison, create carnage; Red Venom
Lead rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch his head drippin'
Dawg fake, but I still hear the whimpers 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 black
Why y'all puttin' him on every like Aaron black?
New machine gun, and a pair of straps when I'm black
That's an MK with the two revolvers, I'm black!
Aaron wack, how you every round to an iffy Mook?
Curtis Jackson your faith, that nigga 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it serves him
For rappin' 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 then they remix it
Speak different he thee victim and we trippin'
A classic case of, "What are those?" Sneak
But speakin' of dissin'...
you wear those when you did your Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool cause I was bred with the infrared, I'm
Bird down and give him the like he less fortunate
I said he drop I stand over the 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 Aaron sucker?
You would've had a classic 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 brother
The one with the who airin'- you get it, right?
I know you fuckin' with Red shit, Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch
Wet her up like she Caribbean, that mean I soak a
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
Baby .380 you gettin' crazy? Then you two will be liftin' daises
Iron get the headshot, y'all get three a piece the .80
Once I expose Solomon wisdom, you can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Solomon]
kinda hard to believe that all them flaws in your teeth
Is a problem you couldn't solve just by flossing your
Or a you could've called, that shit doesn't look good at all
Your gum line me of Twork, with his hoodie off
I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but they look like complete shit
You used to that single out? Your dentist did the remix
This is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my 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 twice as nuts, I like to fuck 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 break that box down like recycling night
On some passionate shit, it passionate
You be on a tip
Meanin' you gotta wait outside and can't button how yo' jacket fit
And how Hitman and Calicoe's story it
How you be the box you should have points on your license
We all lose a chance of cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, they gettin' like that
It's a guy code, but you don't it, cause you ain't built like that
You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes then bitched 'bout the time
Turn around, battled Brizz he gets cut off and you with it?
After all the bars 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, skip through sports like a pub crawl
Who'd a I could dribble, pass, shoot and dunk
A player a single skill and one with everything like a Buddhist monk
goo goo gaga you blah blah doo doo caca
We na na you rah rah, you too punana
You a cucaracha, me
But nah nah in the sauna you
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 that you
On the block, up raw or doing 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 the 5th? Who you ride fo? What set you with?
You think we believe you the blood type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then blood's what bleed a pint of
I put a blade in a brim, like Peaky Blinders
Get this poked I really ain't the one you should provoke
We can get it with the hands blood, like we took an oath
Let's just fight instead of false flagging for extra hype
You see they even lined up Red and white tryin' to get him
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 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
O out to show y'all the difference between good and God
Not

3: O-Red]
No intro, I kick in ya door and beat your mother to with a big Heckler
The head trauma, blunt force, no peer
take the rest of the fam' to the roof while they all in shock
And drag yo' ass daddy to the ledge and make his daughter watch
You the freestyle era, right?
Cool, he off the top
After lettin' ya father down, this'll at (disappointin') pops
The rest of you niggas to watch
So when I take him off the grid, Iron won't wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not
I wouldn't shoot in front of yo' lil' bitch ass crew?
Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't give a fuck who up on that
I'm still goin' let it
Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) out the Blue
That's a 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 most thought it true
Hence the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the
I'm a murderer in the gang, he ain't got a Clue
Red is a demon, when that Hellcat, ain't no Dodging me
You hear the tires screech on Iron's street an iron piece
First round, bust out the Charger, the Ryan Leaf
Neck shot, turn Iron to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah your will be that kind of deep
No for you, I'm just stretchin' you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose
Turn the F'in to a vegetable
If your granny come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' her
Glock .40 and they speak over your mother's
BAOW! Free by the way
My niggas slide, clip rise
Your center guy gets to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum, his G (energy) gon' energize
I left that Jew blood on another Jew a genocide
Get a [?] get the exemplify
M body you for the Lion that's where Simba lies (symbolize)
I said Dr. Jekyll, tell your "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Curling Iron, put the heat to his bitch wig
die nigga, look at your queen, she your prequel
I for motherfuckers to watch when I murk people
Pure evil, any last words- then I Eagle
And this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first single
I said I stra-da, ah-ka
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm tired of you niggas my translation is rubbish
Fuck I gotta put it in subtitles or
I said I'm In
I'll clap you in a
Madness!
I could snap at any
And it's once again I'm
See the [?] K, like life like?
[?] his pockets get tapped

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

Then it's Twork's third for Verb I'm cockin' the strap
All you see is a hoodie drop 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 your shirt?
I give a fuck nigga, it's still murder 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, I just wanted words with you
When you hear from all your operations, let Solomon get
But something's weird, why Rajon unprepared?
When he need y'all he fucking there like the right top for the Tupperware w
It's how y'all ain't loyal
I guess y'all from the same soil
Where even the clothing that your peoples made for you is to pray (prey) on you
If you can't count on your family, I don't 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 arms to get my back, so it won't be y'all catch me slippin'
See I could hit em bars and angles or kill em with body language
And when I run into Chaz Duncan, I'll body language
Verb from meat into something Verb would eat
And pull the plug and put him in to feed the worms a feast
You and your rivals doin' scams, ladies to be a man
Jump the ring and dance or quit lying to the fans
Lux, let's see if you Loaded with an Iron on your
All that GOAT talk you (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs
I slice a piece of your brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing through Jersey I never ate a plate
Everyone from the Garden in a state
Yeah! Jean jacket let's go!
And I could do it too, Iron making Solo moves
You can have more people that roll with you than shoes
I step in the game, you get X'd the frame
Nobody when I strike take all the pen in my lane
I sent the Bloque to the gutter, said "good riddance (writtens)" to
I'll rap circles 'round the zeros O spits with in (within)
It's like yo' 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
out a monumental spot
Above all the nobodies on Rushmore, I'm already of Roc
Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore, I'm already a head of
One of the forefathers (four fathers) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all will 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 SMACK Volumes got up
Just when you thought I wasn't doing nothin'
After that, the blind dumb and the def have come to they
See I can beat you with a hundred chapters, I'm readin' other rappers
Cause I'm so elite with the subject matter not even my matters
What I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til 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) I'll take baby
I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at Iron like this was
My opponents stack up on the (polls)? They all lose
I already reached the top and I don't feel I to stop
They even got me the trailers, I'm taking Beasley's 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 never be this hungry
They even lettin' you even touch me, cause they protecting Geechi 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 sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper like Fettuccine 20
My recipe is heavenly, O-Red the people me
When I'm dead, they bury me with Nefertiti's mummy
And a couple extra freaky 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 great
And when I knock out Red, a T, K, O
Jean shit!