Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty mimics signature bounce and hand gestures}
I know what you to do, really
{Screaming} "I got the tool me!
Leave? You won't get a chance... this shit a drop an opp or two, (opportunity)! BOW!"
We got Rum Nitty versus... clap yo big ass
Put a in you, lay you down crippled
The I pull out nickel
Loud pistol, the cal you
Buddhist; you doing all this BOW-ing, now you amongst (a monk's) someone that a BOW with you
BOW, I out a big grip
BOW, BOW, get you clapped up
It hold 12, and the final mil (meal)... who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW, a flare
They ducking from it, all the scared
set you up, threw you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you survive here
Remain king, and reign (rain) until I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo rounds of Glocks and shells, chops and 12s
I see you know a lot about guns, it ain't hard to
You it well... but the shit I pull out'll body experienced (out-of-body experience) niggas; you better watch yourself!
And I could switch the mood: you label a nigga without a body experienced... look at it from a different view
War time, I slide through the scene, leave wet up
Winchester, mask on, hopping out the V For
Lil nigga, stay on the pole
Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand inside the coat
I'll clap you the go
Smack know I suffer from anxiety... this my Volume (Valium) in a row
Cold, swing on me and peel (pill) one
Scorching round, leave you down if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a nigga you should not
Lockjaw, whip you when the Glock draw
Over the head the handle do him dirty... throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot Sauce
You can see these
You booked a with the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep eyes down unless you tryna fight
On God, look back, you'll get assaulted... like Lot's wife
I did him
Before I kill him first, suicide; put the stick to yourself an introvert
Nigga purge, the clip hold 30, and I'll put the whole number Jerz' (integers)
BOW, .9'll
I run on you like, "You Slime for real?"
I get Five X'd with the .9, why (5x, 9y)? You ain't getting by no mil' (binomial)
A lotta
pull a MAC with the green light on Twork; Dollar Bill
Beretta to his
Set tripping "How you turn Blood?"
BOW, you ain't never home!
You for real right? Well keep it real with me
Niggas be 3 minutes over the limit cause they fear Nitty, bitch
You can't keep it yourself, suicide or-
cuts off Nitty's slogan}
[Round 1: Nu Jerzey
I yo!
rappers wild pussy
Niggas always doing my style cause they style
This nigga did the and the "bow"... til he get hit with the loud .50
And that's a Lil' BOW... Wow! You gon' With Me'
Cal' spitting, even can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you gon' grab your and hit the flo'!
blow, y'all seen Jerooz bout with Verb?
I'm 'bout to take this one to the grave, you got my
Drive-by, out the GMC, I shoot out the bird
K clip, press on a half-moon; do not disturb!
This shit absurd, hot revolver, to load it and pop it
Just got it, wait to spin (spend) it, this shit burning a hole in my pocket
I'll load it and cock it, then the pop
Or we can do this MAC to MAC, like an airdrop
Nah, old sniper rifle chk* fresh out the repair shop
Fuck Rum, shit vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, y'all put me in a weird spot
Thought I was gonna up here with no rounds? Cool
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this about to go down smooth
I blow tools, lift a tool
Nigga nervous, got him sweating bullets, and he get it too
I squeeze two, you your pen, I breeze through
[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you don't know where could lead (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Blood gang member
Thing up
{Scuffle out}
Let's raise the
Razor blade, *fft*, how the sound; 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in hometown rollin' 'round
Hop out pounds, pistol whip
I ain't 'til it's a Nitty (Nitti) beat; 'It's Going Down'
I hold the crown, so even if you not a fan, niggas been washed in Jersey, like Juwanna Mann
TEC pop, pull to the side; stop
Chest shot, BOW... big ass round;
I'm rambunctious, the can
Shotgun lift you off your feet, that slam shit
{Shotgun Suge jumps in and on Nitty}
You's a flunkie, nigga your time is soon to come
You seen what happened to Exclusiv Vodka? What you think they do with Rum?
Ruger dump... round you callin' out K Shine man, I'm only doing this for the hood
I'm walking on son, Shine ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it good?
I'm Strapped In! clap you in a coma
Madness! I could at any moment
I did the salsa; I'm
Too seasoned,
Little blade, (poke-ito)
condition, cut you to the white, Rum; mojito
Jersey!
[Round 2: Rum
End up with a head
Hawk, something small slammin'; Spud Webb!
{Nitty dunks on
I'm straight to it, no to converse
I'll put you in it for tryna dirt
Desert in the old like Wyatt Earp
.9 burst... y'all said he was gon me to death?
Y'all right... chk*... he died first!
It's a how I'm workin'
You all done, and soon as I warm up zippin' over Jersey
Infinite, see the penmanship
A cold piece, I'ma OD, wash you, that's Whitney
jumpin' out on the floor when I'm peeling it
Can' in the hoodie, then the cases drop... like
BOW, I get you out bad
I give a fuck if you six foot, seven foot... the guns come out fast!
And K loaded got range on it
Stay smokin', it's an of death (deaf); like Beethoven
Bang on him, the first bust like Greg Oden
I hit Ryda a Kel-TEC
Jakk get a shell
I make you an offer, Drugz (off of drugs); once you see this 12, step!
No way to it
Drive-by, letting the off out the window; Lorena Bobbitt
clock him, this shit a break your face, I promise
Gun butt, it crack the hood; Reaganomics
Pop him, gun up to his
BLAOW, the baby Drake from the side view; Nothing Was the
I'll run you out your
We all poppin', but when y'all stallin', I'm the one that remains at the autopsy
You can't the bars, stop it
Them ain't enough... you gon' have to rig 'em or this (rigor mortis) gon' be a body
I'm out wit' it, tryna do you dirty, cuz
In a swerving up
He 'Faneto'; I'm riding through New York... finna go and shoot Nu up
Tell him come try it, more than one
Slide, I'm with the Tom (time); Sundial
Gun fire, put a bullet in you, BLAOW, BLAOW... it a be more in Jerzey (B-more and Jersey); Gun Titles
Your man ship, back stabbed his clique
You know the code, ain't no back if you switch
I'll razor blade his neck, got him gasping and
Then slash on him quick
Then Roc a give him that seat belt treatment, he'll be strapped in again!
You get no love, I load up with a steel .50 when I up
Hold it an old grudge
Cause we don't let shit pass over (Passover), I'll bring it to door, Blood
If you lack respect, then I'm at your
Fuck a gun king, I'm the GOAT with these deuces; Baphomet
You can't keep it real
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide... yourself
2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo
You just
I mean, we both talk about often
But you just so fucking one-dimensional, every line, your grips
I this nigga, "I'll bury you 6 feet deep, or put your body where the fish swarming"
How this want it?
or lakes (Land O'Lakes)?
And if you can't about nothing but a stick (butter stick), I'm 'bout to win this by a big margin (margarine)
SIG Sauer, I come to the Insanes and move landmarks
Dual in the streets, we gon' do a standoff
I'm really Piru, was 'Never Too Much'; Vandross
He no motherfucking Crip-
throws a C in Twork's face}
BOW, I his hand off!
Can' spark, this about to pop
I don't wanna hear none of that NWX Goonies shit... you been crew-jumping since you got in here, you can't tell me about my stock
You went to Team Homi, left the Writers, said fuck em and started dishing out the
Nigga only reason you got experience is you been around the Bloque (block)
Drive-by, I got experience, bend around a block
Sit, plot, watch, I'm in position
Squeeze, sitting on my lap, I stuffed the in the Smith&'
This nerd (N.E.R.D.) dropping, I tell my driver, "Wait a minute", and then I pull up with a
Dippin', the crib, pole stickin' out
You Twork? Well now there's some holes (hoes) in his house
I found the to your house, and all it took was one to tell
I know your sister [...], I know about your son [...]
in peace to mama [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack an impromptu intermission for seven minutes}
2 cont.]
I know every street, every route, and I was for days
GPS kept freezing up, but I'm still in my ways (Waze)
They found this boy split open, thin on the salmon joint
I left blood on the edge of the knife; but beside the point
niggas harmless in a fight
All these fucking vets on cam' fronting for y'all fans, but behind doors they always be polite
Tryna offer me
In private, friend; public, (Public Enemy); 'Don't Believe the Hype'
I y'all moments! I had to come out the hood first
I had enough of that, chop in (choppin') the trunk like a lumberjack, this shit came out the wood
I no takers, chrome, stainless
Revolver
or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a no-brainer
Your appointed
I a murder and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? your horses
waiting, Hell's watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, body
Choirs with the (hems) wide; bell-bottoms
He in from the Llama too
.9 the tool
Add em (atom) together, that's a molecule
I got the to blast the Smith&'
Trigger finger itching, make any rash decisions
The mag extended, this gon' be a tragic
I stretch the
Put you down by 30, ain't no coming back from this... is it (deficit)
You wanna play tough? Til I hold the gun up
And he run, up
slow as molasses, already see what Rum made of
He know we
I'm from the Town, you ain't the crime rate?
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) your body, Freaky Friday
You play?

[Round 3: Rum
You ain't no gangsta, niggas it
Yous a thief, the "type work" you put in for name, we don't condone it
You wrestled bitch for a purse - grabbed, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I know this
You out here thirsty
You ain't lurking, purging, you taking purses, so I'ma the feelin'
I got the to get him
Smack flew me in from Phoenix to a Jersey nigga
You I'm finna shoot
Bullets in his roof
Brandy, Monica, if these hit the boy, his mind ('Boy Is Mine') get torn the two
Nigga move, watch your or get a gun in yours
Fuck you I tuck em for?
Cross the line, pull a grip on both sides; tug of war
My niggas wild dangerous, .50 banging
I'm talking bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a Blazer
Play me, clap you bitches
I'll put you in the trunk and whoever amp you in it
Your manager get this MAC I'm
BOW, a bullet go through Rome and (Roman) ruins half the
You see how I'm
Damn near every line hit, I cannot die; I'm a
Two poles busting, emergency they rush you
Soon as the doc holla (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you a Tombstone comin'
Who it? I'm a can' gripper
Point it (pointed) at the top of the hood, then I cut out (eye cutout) a Klan member
Clap niggas, OD'ing two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I your teeth out if I ever swing
Tiger Woods; one hook a (hooker) you lose everything
Let it ring, gauge
out a buckshot a pellet can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You better bat back or your get stabbed at
Your rib, slash that
I'll switch places the blade, I'm a class act
Get clapped at, through the cross hair I'm up the pole
Then I zero in on one (zero end on one), binary code
I yo' shit and use it against you
Fuck Leonidas, if I squeeze the tightest, lead roaming (Roman) Jerusalem temple
BOW...kill
[Round 3: Nu Twork]
I yo
When I was eleven years old a Hoover Crip my uncle Flip... every night I wished him back from out the dead
I always said I'd get them niggas back... my name Twork, that mean I put in work behind action that I said
And growing up, gang violence was always a red flag to me; couldn't quite wrap my head around it, and then I took this red flag and wrapped it 'round my
This madness
time around I'm on some whole other rap shit
If I gotta the chrome then I clap it
Tragic, I'm in Arizona with the
You don't get clapped in a coma or a
Just crematures in a vase in Phoenix
Cause if I gotta birds, all you a get is a rose from the ashes (arose from the ashes)
I'm past tense, put you in the past tense, I'm shaking your
You can't be knowin' none of this gangster shit you state in your rhymes
You see how it was for me to find the place you reside?
You niggas wanna be G's (Bee Gees)? Try Staying Alive
I wait in my prime, I know how many enemies I got, it's too many
I wait til they present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an opp' or two, (opportunity)
[Crowd Steams!

Steams said too
I have been tossing his shit
Already left shells in one Cake, don't get in the mix!
Watch your words, nigga make the right moves
I rap with it on me; (Flo) with the thing, I got a name-your-price tool
Nigga your price
I'll put the .40 on manager, if you laugh now it'll save his life
No?
Well I get this nigga in 42, you better take a hike
You not Rum
I put every nigga in the Fourth down, he went for it he not finna punt
I line men (linemen) up, you try to My whole block finna come
Then the Quarter back (quarterback) gettin' a shotgun; he don't get the option to run
I'll take his for real
shot the Insane Crip, light the steel
Hit a nigga from 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress
You get the picture? Nitty
Suwooping, I'm with the
In all red like 2Pac with the paparazzi; I'm a spitting
It's no in that
He know "Crip" in reverse, but the C is on his back
We
Drive-by, out the '06 Dodge, the chrome
You try to Jet, I'll let the Tom' lend son (Tomlinson) somethin' out the old
I'm outside his home stalkin', caught him and his chick
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bitch
TEC-9 with the [?] and it's led astray, but your (miss got it)
SIG firing, we dumpin'
My uncle was a Civil War vet, serial on [?] musket too
Had the old number too, that's what my drew (Uncle Drew)
on the weapon
You was talking all that racist shit to Iron Solomon? I'm bout to school Nitty and a lesson
your mom sister...
You was like you hate Jews, and now they gotta get your auntie some medics (antisemitics)
I don't give him a chance to get better, I'm on the letting go rounds from a distance
Then jet after the smoke like a chemtrail; they won't even have a of suspicion
I'm down in the trenches
And my goons at the house your bitch is
Choppers gon that a loud area
We pad the walls; I told em if she even make a sound, bury her (sound barrier)
Beretta bout to
I'm taking Cornell Powell on an Arizona Grand Canyon trip and he to go
You miss your family? We don't even gotta sever ties at home
I throw you all off the cliff den, (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die Alone