Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every battler ain't a
This kind of settin' if you can rhyme or not
This Red Zone, Beat headphones, I make the pop
Only took this battle, cause Beasley 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 next day, I dare 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 was duckin' him
Called out 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 shot while you lose to Top
Now you thinkin' you can rock 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 every word, all of my grammar
When shit get intense (in tents) you not be a happy camper
You dyin' in stanza
I want you to remember the ass whoopin' you caught Red handed, it's on
Just for comin' here, with all of them tryin' 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 soon as this Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's off
I'll wait the day they bury you, load the baby chopper
Bust in your Funeral like I'm Phara's 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
the bird, back of the head BAOW, his vision blurred
Brain matter roll off a Jew tongue like a word
Act diva, I clap heaters, two Ninas
raise Solomon, King David; Bathsheba
I'll send a tip through ya then I'm sendin' ya to ya
That's two Jews catchin' one bullet like Schu-
You know, Juju Smith
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, sure Aaron Rodger that what I pack'll (Packer) spray
Get back, you'll get boxed with a 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 "queef"; Aaron (air in) pussy
I said I'll wet up this whole motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), then I 'Pump Up The
You me?

[Round 1: Solomon]
O-Red's be kinda decent, then without no rhyme or reason
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, the silent treatment
Or your crack
And we don't if you're a woman, or you're a man
Call yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' some form a trans
Summer 7 was especially embarrassing
Got Will put in the vault like you's protectin' inheritance
Lose your voice you battle 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?
time we see you choke, I just wanna strangle you
Let's not (knot) pretend his friends cutting him 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 just how Nu Twork's
You clowns heard me?! How's your town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is basically slang for ending your early?
You be wild worried
You've snapped less pressure
Then choked through more rounds then them neck stretchers
I mean forget being If you can't write more memorable things
Cause you struggle to hold up your head up when you stick your out in these 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?!! is no Spain
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 There's gotta be some consequence
Y'all wanna see these thoughts of his on screen, for the people watching
Y'all for the PayPerView-BAOW! Now you can stream his consciousness
Champion washed his brain, got him he's on my plane
But having a Good Year, doesn't launch you the game
What bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep stuck in this same spot? It's all in vein (vain)
Of Fame, Wall Of Shame
Award you claimed? and gained
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money attached like a wallet
The of fame, I called your name like you die I'll (dial) collect O
hear Red phone an emergency operators when I press O
Cause shit can jump quickly, from buck fifty to slit
And much to say between cuts, I'm just skits-O (skitzo)
You want smoke? get smoke
Who's throwing in though?
Or let's go half on an ounce, split O
For the right green, who you want dead? I'm to a pothead
Had the drop on him soon as I seen that I (eye) got Red
From box cutters to blockbusters sick the hounds at him like fox
My top got Red in they sites like Scott Summers
And they shoot the sharpest, the marksmen
The pump kicks like the shoe
Or the inf' turn ya to that logo from the
Bullseye!!! You know the logo from the supermarket?
That's a red dot in the middle of O-Red, you a Target
The shit I the hardest!
Sound too
But I'm lyin', I got 'em on me and neither do-Jersey!

[Round 2:
Smack! Fuck
You tough you a duck Aaron
Why you think you look like
(Why?)
you suck Aaron (air in)
I done killed a lot of niggas, you 'bout to be dead 'em
I flow with poison, carnage; Red Venom
rippin, bring the bitch out a bitch when his head drippin'
Dawg fake, but I still hear the whimpers like Craig
You gon' dread Red Trippie Redd when Redd trippin'
For them Dead Presidents I'll Kirby with a leg missin'
He paralyzed, every bar after that, was (bed written)
different
But this Aaron cat, rarely do Aaron
Why y'all puttin' him on every Smack like black?
New machine gun, and a pair of when I'm airin' black
That's an MK with the two revolvers, I'm black!
Aaron wack, how you lose every round to an iffy
Curtis Jackson joinin' faith, that nigga 50'd you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it him well
For battle to begin
These crackers always the culture, but they never want the skin
I'm sick of these bitches, tryin' to be us and G it
Until a Hitman Holla then they remix 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 you did your Jordan scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool I was bred with the infrared, I'm torturous
Bird down and give him the like he less fortunate
I said he 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 this Aaron
You would've had a better classic me against Aaron mother
Get to airin' on Aaron then I'm airin' on brother
Follow me, I'm the one with the stick who brother
The one with the stick who airin'- you get it,
I know you with Red shit, that's Moses bitch I'll smoke ya bitch
Wet her up like she Caribbean, that mean I a bitch
I get in close wit' it, then I'm 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 crazy? Then you plus two will be liftin' daises
Iron get the headshot, y'all get a piece from the .80
I expose Solomon wisdom, you bitches can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Iron
It's kinda hard to believe that all them flaws in your
Is a problem you couldn't solve just by your teeth
Or a you could've called, that shit doesn't look good at all
Your gum remind me of Twork, with his hoodie off
I mean I know you got your teeth "fixed", but still look like complete shit
You used to have that single out? dentist did the remix
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 even have two
Which is twice as nuts, I like to fuck or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip a fire truck
I'll give yo' wifey the pipe she'll have the of her life
I will that box down like recycling night
On some 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 have points on your license
We all a chance of getting cut up
Our of gettin' 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
Turn around, battled he gets cut off and you fine with it?
After all the basketball bars you spit in 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 like flip cups, skip through sports bars like a pub crawl
Who'd a I could dribble, pass, shoot and dunk
A player with a single skill and one 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 sauna you
I can improve on penmanship and do it so effortless
You did a bid, you inventin' whole sentences
Rewording your bars to try to convince the world that you
On the block, serving up raw or doing dirt in the
I stopped believing every thing I from this fraud
When I he works at a job as a security guard
I C.O. (see O), you a dime dropper...loss prevention, crime
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? set you with?
You really think we believe you the type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
Then what you'll bleed a pint of
When I put a blade in a brim, Peaky Blinders
Get pussy poked I really ain't the one you should provoke
We can get it shaking with the hands blood, we took an oath
Let's just fight 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 you wanted to paint me
But I was as a baby in New York in the 80's
on empty crack viles in every park that I played in
From to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie Bronx
in the Street Fighting that Blanka got 'em lookin' shocked
Crooked cops cold killers and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we take the 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 y'all the difference 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 to the ledge and make his daughter watch
You from the freestyle era,
Cool, he off the top
After lettin' ya father down, this'll at (disappointin') pops
The rest of you niggas to watch
So I take him off the grid, Iron game won't wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not
Thought I wouldn't in front of yo' lil' bitch ass crew?
Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't give a who up on that roof
I'm still let it loose
Right in front of yo' homies, (Sir or get) punch out the Blue
That's a double punch
You catch it? Let's review
The one was all of the babies, I said Rumi, Sir, Blue
But B birthed the first most thought it wasn't true
Hence the second part, (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
First round, bust out the Charger, the Ryan Leaf
Neck shot, turn Iron Solomon to Iron
"Army of-" yeah your voice will be that of deep
No respect for you, I'm just stretchin' you for the revenue, let a Beretta
the F'in fruit to a vegetable
If your granny come out to check on you, I'ma bust her
Glock .40 and they speak over mother's mother
BAOW! Free by the way
My slide, clip will rise
Your guy gets sent to God
Hit ya tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon' energize
I left that Jew blood on Jew like a genocide
Get a [?] get the synonym;
M body you for the Lion Kin- that's where 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
Don't die nigga, look at your queen, she your
I like for motherfuckers to watch when I murk
Pure evil, any last words- then I Eagle
And make this 'Juicy' hit like Biggie first
I I stra-da, ah-kla ah-ka
Ma-na, ah-sla, I ma
I'm tired of you niggas thinkin' my is rubbish
Fuck I gotta put it in or somethin'?
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 whatcha life
[?] his pockets get tapped

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

Then Twork's third for Verb when 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 don't give a fuck nigga, it's murder in the first
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: Iron
Yo, the streets tried to murder Tsu, Surf I just words with you
When you from all your operations, let Solomon get surgical
But something's weird, why Rajon unprepared?
When he need he never 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 that your peoples made for you is just to (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, like the
So if I'm caught in a bad my trust falls on a gang of henchman
Who arms to get my back, so it won't be y'all that catch me slippin'
See I could hit em with bars and angles or em with body language
And when I run into Chaz Duncan, I'll literally body
Turn Verb 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 inside the ring and dance or lying to the fans
Lux, let's see if you Loaded with an 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! jacket shit let's 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 the frame
Nobody spared 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 zeros O with in (within) ciphers
It's 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 monumental
Above all the nobodies on Rushmore, I'm already of Roc
Above all, the no on Rushmore, I'm already a head of rock
One of the only forefathers (four fathers) still setting precedence (presidents) y'all will top
And peaked yet, you peeped it? You blind 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 on Surf's tongue
If you think we to see Sub Titles then you're dumb
Listen, fuck what you heard son, I was so def verse Rum on the one
The SMACK Volumes got up
Just when you thought I wasn't doing impressive
that, the blind dumb and the def have come to they senses
See I can beat you with a hundred chapters, I'm readin' 'bout rappers
Cause I'm so elite with the subject matter not my subject matters
What I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til something right about you
And I don't have to write 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 (kidnapping) I'll take anybody baby
I'm just lettin' 'em U's at Iron like this was horseshoes
My opponents stack up on the poles (polls)? 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 Beasley's
Volume 3 coming! For my enemies it's
I was chewing through Pits of your Pedigree as
Getting fed to me as munchies you never be this hungry
They even lettin' you touch me, cause they 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 like 20
My is heavenly, O-Red the people love me
When I'm dead, they gon' me with Nefertiti's mummy
And a couple extra freaky bunnies 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 spell it out for you, these names slow
T-Top, K, and him? Three great foes
And when I out Red, that's a T, K, O
jacket shit!