Luyện nghe bài hát Iron Solomon vs. O-Red

[Round 1:
Every ain't a rapper
This of settin' show if you can rhyme or not
Red Zone, Beat headphones, I make the Volume pop
Only took this battle, cause said you on fire Aak
And mama always told me you gotta while the Iron h-
I'm from a violent block, you trespass and we rock a
Catch me in your hood day, I dare your squad to pop
I comin' back, cocked
Just to show you Heaven is real, give 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 don't a fuck if we tied or not (tie the knot)
3 comin', you said Surf was duckin' him
Called out another rapper and get neither on of 'em
reaction, typical, cracker, showin' the snitch in you
Wanna give another nigga bars cause you get to sue (Tsu)
You
Tryin' to shoot your shot while you to Top
Now you thinkin' you can rock wit' the Champ, are you stupid
Smack set you up, this a maneuver Aak
He took the out the zoo to box for a Jew to (Judah) drop
I every 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 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 on, cock it and let a clip off
Clip slip, he dip I switch and let the off
As as this Jew booked, tore a (Torah) nigga's shit off
I'll 'til the day they bury you, load the baby chopper
Bust in Funeral like I'm Phara's baby father
Like, "What's poppin'?" I'm the cause of mess
If you got love for Solomon, you better jet or die a death
Cause if I get the urge whoever this nerd is gettin' served
Lift the bird, back of the head BAOW, his vision
Brain matter roll off a Jew tongue like a word
Act diva, I heaters, two black Ninas
I'll raise Solomon, King Bathsheba
I'll send a tip through ya then I'm sendin' ya to ya
That's two Jews catchin' one bullet Smith Schu-
You know, Juju Smith
Yeah, I'm talkin' ratchet play, makin' sure Aaron Rodger that what I (Packer) spray
Get back, get boxed with a ring like Cassius Clay
Stiff as a
When Red ski down, I'm Jagged Jay
Blac! trippin' for sayin' this man a cookie, he a fuckin' geek
Code name "queef"; Aaron (air in)
I said I'll wet up this motherfuckin' venue, I'm a wild dude
12 gauge, rock him (Rakim), then I 'Pump Up The
You me?

[Round 1: Iron
O-Red's be kinda decent, then without no rhyme or reason
He decides to try defeatin' his opponents, with the silent
Or voice crack
And we don't know if a woman, or you're a man
Call yourself the Transformer, but be soundin' some form a trans
Summer Madness 7 was especially
Got Will put in the vault like protectin' your inheritance
Lose your voice you battle me that'll be a true casualty
All that talking horse shit will get Mr. Ed (Red) sent to the 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) pretend his friends him slack is news (noose)
You been given too much rope by that hang with you
O-Red, you were the
Tsu Surf's the
Now every other battle's just how Nu Jersey Twork's
You clowns heard me?! How's anyone town worthy?
If now "Jersey" is slang for ending your round early?
You should be wild
You've under less pressure
Then through more rounds then them African neck stretchers
I mean forget king If you can't write more memorable things
Cause you struggle to hold up your up when you stick your neck out in these 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 charging me in the this'll be where O-lay (olé)
Six feet be how deep the content is if he's forgotten it
Blac, rewarding these There's gotta be some 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 he's on my plane
But a Good Year, doesn't launch you beyond the game
What bein' on SMACK, with that belt on your arm attain?
If you keep getting stuck in this same spot? It's all in (vain)
Hall Of Fame, Wall Of
Award you claimed? Lost and
I'm coming to snatch that belt with the money attached like a wallet
The cost of fame, I called your like you die I'll (dial) collect O
You'll hear Red phone an operators when I press O
Cause can jump quickly, from buck fifty to slit throat
And ain't much to say 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, split O
For the green, who you want dead? I'm Visine to a pothead
Had the drop on him soon as I seen that I (eye) got Red
box cutters to blockbusters sick the hounds at him like fox hunters
My top gunners got Red in they sites Scott Summers
And they shoot the sharpest, the marksmen
The pump kicks like the shoe
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 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!

2: O-Red]
Smack! Fuck
You ain't 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 with poison, create 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 like Trippie Redd when Redd
For them Dead Presidents I'll leave Kirby a leg missin'
He paralyzed, bar after that, was bedridden (bed written)
We're
But this cat, rarely do Aaron black
Why y'all puttin' him on every Smack Aaron black?
New machine gun, and a pair of straps when I'm black
an MK with the two revolvers, I'm airin' black!
Aaron wack, how you lose every round to an iffy
Curtis Jackson joinin' your faith, that nigga you (Jew)
Yes sir, but it serves him
For battle to begin
These crackers always want the culture, but never want the skin
I'm sick of these bitches, tryin' to be us and G it
Until a real Holla then they remix it
Speak different like he thee victim and we
A classic case of, "What are those?" dissin'
But speakin' of dissin'...
Didn't you wear those when you did your scheme vs Nitty?
Okay that's cool cause I was 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 torchin' 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 puttin' me against Aaron mother
Get to airin' on Aaron I'm airin' on Aaron brother
Follow me, I'm the one with the who airin' 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 a bitch
I get in close it, then I'm unloadin' it 'til I broke the grip
Then keep on gettin' in wit' it and SMACK a bitch, no offense
I'm wit' it
Baby .380 you gettin' crazy? Then you plus two will be daises
get the headshot, y'all get three a piece from the .80
Once I expose wisdom, you bitches can split the baby
Ya me?

[Round 2: Solomon]
It's kinda hard to believe that all them flaws in teeth
Is a problem you couldn't solve just by flossing teeth
Or a doctor you could've called, that shit doesn't good at all
Your gum line remind me of Twork, with his off
I mean I know you got teeth "fixed", but they still look like complete shit
You used to that single out? Your dentist did the remix
is like LL versus Hell Rell, I'm gettin' my screw on, they tell him "screw off"
I get the pussy as you dawg and they say I don't even have two balls
Which is twice as nuts, I to fuck white or black, line 'em up
I got more hoes (hose) windin' up in my whip than a truck
I'll give yo' wifey the pipe she'll have the time of her
I will break box down like recycling night
On some passionate shit, it gets
You be on a tip
Meanin' you gotta wait outside and can't button like how yo' fit
And how Hitman and Calicoe's story it
How you be blocking the box you should points on your license
We all lose a 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 ain't built like
You battled Ave and rapped for nine minutes then bitched 'bout the time
Turn around, battled Brizz he gets cut off and you fine it?
After all the basketball bars you in them tournaments
Your rounds be teaming with 'em and you don't have no sportsmanship?
Well now you picked the one white boy to try to run on
I handle Red Solo like flip cups, skip 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 like a Buddhist monk
This goo goo 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 on your penmanship and do it so effortless
You never did a bid, you inventin' whole
Rewording your bars to try to convince the that you hard
On the block, serving up raw or doing in the yard
I believing every thing I heard 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 lot in a marked car, patrolling with your white partner
Is you 5-0? Or you plead the 5th? Who you fo? What set you with?
You really we believe you the blood type O, negative
If you rep the clique, you for it
blood's what you'll bleed a pint 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 the hands blood, like we took an oath
just fight instead of false flagging for that extra hype
You see they lined up Red and white tryin' to get him stripes
So you can try to portray me however you wanted to me
But I was born as a baby in New in the 80's
Stepping on empty crack viles in park that I played in
From Manhattan to Staten, Queens, Brooklyn the Boogie
Fiends in the Street Fighting Blanka got 'em lookin' shocked
Crooked cops stone cold and dealers cookin' rocks
You get a wooden box, we take the beef board, and butcher blocks
Y'all should applaud for how my allegiance to our region's culture is I'm putting on
Taking O out to show the difference between good and God
Not

3: O-Red]
No intro, I kick in ya and beat your mother to death with a big Heckler
The head trauma, blunt force, no pressure
Then take the rest of the to the roof while they all in shock
And yo' punk ass daddy to the ledge and make his daughter watch
You the freestyle era, right?
Cool, he off the top
After lettin' ya down, this'll point at (disappointin') pops
The of you niggas going to watch
So when I take him off the grid, Iron won't wonder will he whether (weather) the storm or not
Thought I wouldn't shoot in front of yo' bitch ass crew?
Nigga Jay-Z baby, this livin' proof that I don't give a who up on that roof
I'm goin' let it loose
Right in front of yo' homies, surrogate (Sir or get) punch out the
a double 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 thought it wasn't true
the second part, surrogate (Sir or get) punched out the Blue
I'm a murderer in the gang, he ain't got a Clue
Red is a demon, whippin' that 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 Ryan Leaf
Neck shot, Iron Solomon to Iron Sheik
"Army of-" yeah your voice will be that kind of
No respect for you, I'm stretchin' you for the revenue, let a Beretta loose
the F'in fruit to a vegetable
If your granny come out to check on you, I'ma fuckin' her
Glock .40 and they speak your mother's mother
BAOW! Free by the way
My niggas slide, clip will
Your center guy sent to God
Hit ya Rabbi tee (rabbit) with a drum, his inner G (energy) gon'
I left that Jew on another Jew like a genocide
Get a [?] get the exemplify
M body you for the Lion Kin- that's where Simba (symbolize)
I said Dr. Jekyll, tell your "hide" (Mr. Hyde)
Or the big Sig' BAOW! Iron, then put the heat to his bitch wig
Don't die nigga, look at your queen, she your
I like for motherfuckers to watch I murk people
Pure evil, any words- then I burst Eagle
And make '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 is rubbish
Fuck I put it in subtitles or somethin'?
I said I'm In
I'll clap you in a
Madness!
I snap at any moment
And it's once again I'm
See the [?] K, like life like?
[?] then his get tapped

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

Then it's Twork's third for Verb I'm cockin' the strap
All you see is a hoodie drop then the 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 battle Iron walked out of the ring, but Iron walks back in wearing a jean jacket.}

[Round 3: Iron
Yo, the tried to murder Tsu, Surf I just wanted words with you
When you hear from all operations, let Solomon get surgical
But something's weird, why Rajon unprepared?
When he need y'all he never fucking there like the right top for the w
It's how y'all ain't loyal
I y'all came from the same soil
Where even the clothing that your peoples 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 count on my family, like the census
So if I'm caught in a bad position my trust on a gang of henchman
Who raise arms to get my back, so it won't be that catch me slippin'
See I could hit em with bars and angles or kill em with body
And when I run into Chaz Duncan, I'll literally language
Turn Verb from into something Verb would eat
And pull the and put him in dirt to feed the worms a feast
You and rivals doin' scams, ladies time to be a man
Jump inside the ring and or quit lying to the fans
Lux, let's see if you Loaded with an Iron on your
All that GOAT talk you heard (herd'll) to Silence Of The Lambs
I slice a piece of your brain out and fry it in a pan
Then I'm chewing Jersey like I never ate a plate
Everyone from the Garden in a state
Yeah! Jean shit let's go!
And I could do it too, Iron making Solo moves
You can have people that roll with you than bowlin' 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 to the gutter, said "good riddance (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
Meanin' I'm sinking entire and that's just the tip of the iceberg on a Titanic run
Carvin' out a spot
all the nobodies 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) will never top
And peaked yet, you peeped it? You blind if you don't see
You saw what when 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 not even my subject matters
What I mean is, Red, the right'll pound you til something ain't right you
And I don't have to write about you to your soul 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 nappin' (kidnapping) I'll take anybody
I'm lettin' 'em toss 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
even got me narrating 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 will never be hungry
They even lettin' you even touch me, cause they protecting Geechi me
After I do to him they not gon' let me leave the country
We could take it to the blades, if the 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 extra freaky bunnies named Bethany and Buffy
A pound of Grandaddy a pint of Hennessy and Dutchies
Cause I'm a letter in on a he ain't know
I'm a it out for you, read these names slow
T-Top, K, and him? Three great foes
And when I knock out Red, a T, K, O
jacket shit!