Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every battler a rapper
This of settin' show if you can rhyme or not
This Red Zone, headphones, I make the Volume pop
Only took this battle, cause Beasley said you on Aak
And always told me you gotta strike while the Iron h-
I'm from a block, you trespass and we rock a twat
Catch me in your hood next day, I dare your to pop
I comin' back, cocked
Just to show you Heaven is real, give Duke one, then sit him higher Zion's 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 was duckin' him
out another rapper 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 shot you lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can wit' the Champ, are you stupid Aak?
Smack set you up, this a Kostya/Zab Aak
He took the animal out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah)
I mastered word, perfected all of my grammar
When get intense (in tents) you will not be a happy camper
You in every stanza
I want you to remember the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, on camera
Just for comin' here, with all of them tryin' to get off
I aim it at clip on, cock it and let a clip off
Clip slip, he dip I switch and let the off
As soon as this Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's off
I'll wait 'til the day bury you, load the baby chopper
Bust in your Funeral like I'm 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 whoever miss this nerd is gettin'
Lift the bird, of the head BAOW, his vision blurred
matter roll off a Jew tongue like a Yiddish word
Act diva, I heaters, two black Ninas
I'll Solomon, King David; Bathsheba
I'll send a tip through ya I'm sendin' ya bitch to ya
two Jews catchin' one bullet 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 a ring like Cassius Clay
as a mannequin
When Red ski mask down, I'm Jay
Blac! Niggas trippin' for sayin' 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), then I 'Pump Up The
You me?

[Round 1: Solomon]
O-Red's rounds be kinda decent, then without no or reason
He to try defeatin' 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 form a
Summer Madness 7 was embarrassing
Got put in the vault like you's protectin' your inheritance
Lose your voice when you battle me that'll be a casualty
All that talking 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?
Every time we see you choke, I just wanna you
Let's not (knot) pretend his friends cutting him slack is (noose)
You been given too much rope by dopes hang with you
O-Red, you the worst
Tsu the first
Now every other battle's just how Nu Jersey 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 under less pressure
Then choked through more rounds then them neck stretchers
I mean forget being king If you can't write more memorable
Cause you struggle to hold up your head up when you stick your neck out in these
And if he don't choke, it's cause his admiration 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 me in the ring this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six feet will be how the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these There's gotta be some consequence
Y'all wanna see these thoughts of his on screen, for the watching this
Y'all paid for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his
Champion washed his brain, got him thinkin' he's on my
But having a Good Year, launch you beyond the game
does bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in same spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Of Fame, Wall Of Shame
Award you Lost and gained
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money like a wallet chain
The cost of fame, I called your name like you die (dial) collect O
You'll Red phone an emergency operators when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck to slit throat
And much to say between cuts, I'm just skits-O (skitzo)
You want smoke? get smoke
Who's in chips though?
Or let's go half on an ounce, I'll O
For the right green, who you want dead? I'm 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 shoot the sharpest, the truest marksmen
The pump kicks like the department
Or the inf' turn ya to that logo 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 got 'em on me and neither do-Jersey!

2: O-Red]
Smack! Fuck
You tough you a duck Aaron
Why you think you like Kirby?
(Why?)
Cause you suck (air in)
I done 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'
fake, but I still hear the whimpers like Craig trippin'
You gon' dread Red like Trippie when Redd trippin'
For them Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby a leg missin'
He paralyzed, bar after that, was bedridden (bed written)
We're
But this Aaron cat, rarely do black
Why puttin' him on every Smack like Aaron black?
New machine gun, and a pair of when I'm airin' black
an MK with the two revolvers, I'm airin' black!
Aaron wack, how you lose round to an iffy Mook?
Curtis Jackson joinin' faith, that nigga 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it him well
For battle rappin' to
These crackers always want the culture, but they want the skin
I'm sick of bitches, tryin' to be us and G wit' it
Until a real Hitman Holla then they it
Speak different like he victim and we trippin'
A classic case of, "What are those?" dissin'
But speakin' of dissin'...
Didn't you wear those when you did Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
that's cool cause 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 laid (accolade) under the kicks, he a 10
I'm him
Smack, why the fuck you me this Aaron sucker?
You would've had a better classic puttin' me 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 the stick who airin'- 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 soak a
I get in close wit' it, I'm unloadin' it 'til I broke the grip
Then keep on gettin' in close it and SMACK a bitch, no offense
I'm dope it
Baby .380 you 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 bitches can 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 flossing your
Or a doctor you could've called, that shit doesn't good at all
Your gum line 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 Your dentist did the remix
This is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my screw on, they him "screw off"
I get double the as you dawg and they say I don't even 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 than a fire truck
I'll give yo' wifey the 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 and can't button like how yo' jacket fit
And how Hitman and story described it
How you be blocking the box you should have points on your
We all lose a chance of cut up
Our chances of gettin' cut up, they gettin' killed like
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, Brizz he gets cut off and you fine with it?
After all the basketball bars you in them tournaments
Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you still 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
a thunk I could 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 and do it so effortless
You never did a bid, you inventin' whole
your bars to try to convince the world that you hard
On the block, serving up raw or dirt in the yard
I stopped believing every thing I heard 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? What set you
You really think we believe you the type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then blood's you'll bleed a pint of
When I put a blade in a brim, like Peaky
Get this pussy poked I really ain't the one you provoke
We can get it with the hands blood, like we took an oath
Let's just instead of false flagging for that extra hype
You see they even lined up Red and white 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 to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie Bronx
Fiends in the Street Fighting that Blanka got 'em shocked
Crooked cops stone cold killers and dealers rocks
You get a wooden box, we take the beef over board, and blocks
Y'all should applaud for how my to our region's culture is what I'm putting on
Taking O out to show y'all the difference between 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 pressure
Then take the rest of the fam' to the roof while 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 going to
So when I take him off the grid, Iron game won't wonder he whether (weather) the storm or not
Thought I 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 roof
I'm goin' let it loose
Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) out the Blue
That's a double move
You ain't catch it? Let's
The first one was all of the babies, I Rumi, Sir, Blue
But when B birthed the first most thought it true
Hence the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) out the Blue
I'm a in the gang, he ain't even got a Clue
Red is a demon, when whippin' that Hellcat, no Dodging me
You hear the tires screech on Iron's street with an piece
First round, out the Charger, the clip? Ryan Leaf
Neck shot, turn Iron Solomon to Iron
"Army of-" your voice will be that kind of deep
No respect for you, I'm just you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose
the F'in fruit to a vegetable
If granny 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 niggas slide, will rise
center guy gets 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 lies (symbolize)
I Dr. Jekyll, tell your mister "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Curling Iron, put the heat to his bitch wig
Don't die nigga, look at your queen, she your
I like for to watch when I murk people
evil, any last words- then I burst Eagle
And make this 'Juicy' hit Biggie first single
I said I stra-da, ah-kla
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm tired of you thinkin' my translation is rubbish
Fuck I gotta put it in or somethin'?
I said I'm In
clap you in a coma
Madness!
I snap at any moment
And it's once I'm here
See the [?] K, like whatcha life
[?] his pockets get tapped

rips Iron's shirt. Iron gets pissed and they get in each other's face}

Then Twork's third 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 option, I had to throw him in the dirt
Look, you salty, I ripped shirt?
I don't give a 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: Solomon]
Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, Surf I just wanted with you
you hear from all your operations, let Solomon 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 ain't loyal
I guess y'all came the same soil
Where even the clothing that your made for you is just to pray (prey) on you
If you can't on your family, I don't know what the sense is I can count on my whole family, like the census
So if I'm in a bad position my trust falls on a gang of henchman
Who raise to get my back, so it won't be y'all that catch me slippin'
See I hit em with bars and angles or kill em with body language
And when I run into Chaz Duncan, literally body language
Turn Verb from into something Verb would eat
And pull the plug and put him in dirt to the worms a feast
You and your rivals doin' scams, ladies to be a man
inside the ring and dance or quit lying to the fans
Lux, see if you Loaded with an Iron on your hands
All that GOAT talk you (herd'll) turn to Silence Of The Lambs
When I slice a piece of brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing through Jersey like I never ate a
Everyone from the in a vegetative state
Yeah! Jean jacket shit go!
And I could do it dolo too, making Solo moves
You can have more people that roll with you than bowlin'
I in the game, you get X'd from the frame
Nobody spared when I strike all the pen in my lane
I the Bloque to the gutter, said "good riddance (writtens)" to Writers
I'll rap 'round the zeros O spits with in (within) ciphers
like yo' ship is on fire without a single survivor
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 nobodies on Rushmore, I'm ahead of Roc
Above all, the no bodies on Rushmore, I'm already a of rock
One of the forefathers (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. with 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 son, I was so def verse Rum on the first one
The Volumes got turnt up
Just when you thought I wasn't doing nothin'
that, the blind dumb and the def have come to they senses
See I can you with a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout other rappers
Cause I'm so elite with the subject matter not even my subject
What I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til something ain't about you
And I don't have to write about you to snatch your 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 (kidnapping) I'll take anybody baby
I'm just lettin' 'em toss U's at like this was horseshoes
My stack up on the poles (polls)? They all lose
I reached the top and I don't feel I need to stop
They even got me narrating the trailers, I'm taking spot
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies 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 touch me, cause they Geechi from me
After what I do to him they not let me leave the country
We could it to the blades, if the weaponry is rusty
I will sock a (soccer) Jersey rapper Fettuccine 20
My recipe is heavenly, O-Red the people me
When I'm dead, they gon' bury me with mummy
And a couple extra bunnies named Bethany and Buffy
A pound of Grandaddy a pint of Hennessy and Dutchies
Cause I'm a letter in on a secret he know
I'm a spell it out for you, read names slow
T-Top, Bigg K, and him? great foes
And when I knock out Red, a T, K, O
Jean shit!