Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty mimics Twork's signature bounce and hand
I what you bout to do, really
"I got the tool with me!
Leave? You won't get a chance... shit a drop an opp or two, Nitty (opportunity)! BOW!"
We got Rum Nitty versus... I'll yo big ass
Put a round in you, lay you crippled
The I pull out nickel
pistol, the cal clip you
Praying Buddhist; you doing all this BOW-ing, now you amongst (a monk's) someone a BOW with you
BOW, I back out a big
BOW, BOW, get you clapped up
It hold 12, and this the final mil (meal)... who Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW, a flare
They ducking from it, all the scared
They set you up, you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you won't survive
Remain king, and I'ma reign (rain) I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo full of Glocks and shells, chops and 12s
I see you know a lot guns, it ain't hard to tell
You talk it well... but the I pull out'll body experienced (out-of-body experience) niggas; you better watch yourself!
And I switch the mood: you can't label a nigga without a body experienced... look at it from a different view
War time, I through the scene, leave shit wet up
Winchester, mask on, hopping out the V For
Lil nigga, grabbin' on the pole
This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand inside the
I'll clap you the go
Smack know I suffer from anxiety... my third 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... then throw a round inside of like Hot Sauce
You can see comin'
You booked a fight with the from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, your 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 like an
Nigga purge, the clip hold 30, and I'll put the number into Jerz' (integers)
BOW, .9'll
I run on you like, "You Slime for real?"
Then I get X'd with the .9, why (5x, 9y)? You ain't getting by no mil' (binomial)
A steel
I'll pull a MAC with the light on Twork; Dollar Bill
Beretta to his
Set like "How you turn Blood?"
BOW, you ain't never home!
You ain't for real right? Well it real with me
Niggas be 3 over the time limit cause they fear Nitty, bitch
You can't keep it real yourself, or-
{Twork cuts off slogan}
1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo!
These rappers wild
Niggas always doing my style cause they style
This nigga did the bounce and the "bow"... til he get hit the loud .50
And that's a BOW... Wow! You gon' 'Bounce With Me'
spitting, even Rich can go
You know... "bounce me, bounce-" you gon' grab your partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen bout with Verb?
I'm to take this one to the grave, you got my word
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, ready to it and pop it
Just got it, can't wait to spin (spend) it, this shit burning a in my pocket
I'll it and cock it, then the lead pop
Or we can do this MAC to MAC, like an airdrop
Nah, old sniper rifle chk* fresh out the repair shop
Rum, this shit vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, done put me in a weird spot
I was gonna show up here with no rounds? Cool
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this about to go down smooth
I blow damn tools, lift a
nervous, got him sweating bullets, and he gon' get it too
I squeeze two, you drop your pen, I through
[Singing "Location"] "If you me your-" you don't know where that could lead (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Piru gang member
Thing up
breaks out}
Let's the stakes
blade, *fft*, how sweet the sound; 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in your hometown rollin'
Hop out holdin' pounds, whip
I ain't stopping 'til it's a Nitty (Nitti) beat; 'It's Down'
I hold the crown, so even if you not a fan, niggas been getting washed in Jersey, like Juwanna
TEC pop, pull to the side; rest
shot, BOW... big ass round; Epcot
I'm rambunctious, the can
Shotgun lift you off your feet, that dunk shit
{Shotgun Suge jumps in and dunks on
You's a flunkie, nigga your time is soon to come
You seen what to Exclusiv Vodka? What you think they gon' do with Rum?
Ruger dump... every round you callin' out K Shine man, I'm only doing for the hood
I'm walking on son, Shine ('Walking on Sunshine'), it feel good?
I'm Strapped In! clap you in a coma
Madness! I snap at any moment
I did the salsa; I'm
Too seasoned,
blade, poquito (poke-ito)
Mint condition, cut you to the white, mojito
Jersey!
2: Rum Nitty]
End up with a head
Hawk, something small slammin'; Spud Webb!
{Nitty on Twork}
I'm straight to it, no time to
put you in it for tryna find dirt
Desert in the old like Wyatt Earp
.9 burst... y'all said he was gon beat me to
Y'all right... *chk chk*... he first!
a difference how I'm workin'
You all done, and soon as I warm up they zippin' over
Infinite, see the penmanship
A cold piece, I'ma OD, wash you, Whitney shit
Shells jumpin' out on the when I'm peeling it
Can' in the hoodie, then the drop... like Zimmerman
BOW, I get you out bad
I don't give a if you six foot, seven foot... the guns come out fast!
And K loaded got range on it
smokin', it's an instrument of death (deaf); like Beethoven
Bang on him, the first bust like Greg Oden
I hit Ryda with a
Jakk get a next
Then I make you an offer, Drugz (off of drugs); once you see 12, step!
No way to it
Drive-by, letting the off out the window; Lorena Bobbitt
Stainless clock him, shit a break your face, I promise
Gun butt, it crack inside the hood;
Pop him, gun up to his
BLAOW, the baby Drake from the side view; Was the Same
I'll run you out lane
We all poppin', but when y'all stallin', I'm the one remains at the table; autopsy
You can't the bars, stop it
Them enough... you gon' have to rig 'em or this (rigor mortis) gon' be a hard body
I'm out wit' it, tryna do you dirty, cuz
In a swerving up
He 'Faneto'; I'm through New York... finna go and shoot Nu Jerzey up
Tell him come try it, than one dyin'
Slide, I'm shady the Tom (time); Sundial
Gun fire, put a in you, then BLAOW, BLAOW... it a be more in Jerzey (B-more and Jersey); Gun Titles
man jumpin' ship, back stabbed his clique
You know the code, ain't no coming if you switch
I'll razor his neck, got him gasping and shit
Then another on him quick
Then Roc a give him that seat belt treatment, never be strapped in again!
You get no love, I load up with a steel .50 I roam up
it like an old grudge
Cause we don't let shit over (Passover), I'll bring it to your door, Blood
If you lack respect, I'm at your neck
Fuck a gun line king, I'm the GOAT with these deuces;
You keep it real yourself
Nigga or I'll do the job, you decide... kill yourself
[Round 2: Nu Twork]
I yo
You awful
I mean, we both talk about often
But you just so fucking one-dimensional, every line, your sparkin'
I tell this nigga, "I'll you 6 feet deep, or put your body where the fish swarming"
How this bitch it?
or lakes (Land O'Lakes)?
And if you can't talk about but a stick (butter stick), I'm 'bout to win this by a big margin (margarine)
SIG Sauer, I come to the and move your landmarks
Dual revolvers in the streets, we gon' do a
I'm really Piru, was 'Never Too Much'; Vandross
He no motherfucking Crip-
throws a C in Twork's face}
BOW, I blew his off!
Can' spark, shit about to pop
I don't wanna none of that NWX Goonies shit... you been crew-jumping since you got in here, you can't tell me shit about my stock
You went to Team Homi, left the Writers, said fuck em and started out the shots?
only reason you got experience is cause you been around the Bloque (block)
Drive-by, I got experience, I'll bend a block
Sit, plot, watch, I'm looking in
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 a 'Lemon'
Dippin', pass the crib, pole out
You wanted Twork? Well now some holes (hoes) in his house
I found the road to your house, and all it took was one to
I know about your sister [...], I about your son [...]
in peace to mama [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu intermission for minutes}
2 cont.]
I know every street, every route, and I was hunting for
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 that's the point
These niggas harmless in a
All these fucking vets on cam' fronting for y'all fans, but behind closed they always be polite
Tryna me advice
In private, friend; public, (Public Enemy); 'Don't Believe the Hype'
I gave y'all moments! I had to come out the first
I had enough of that, chop in (choppin') the trunk like a lumberjack, this shit out the wood works
I no takers, chrome, stainless
rotatin'
Suicide or I'll do the Headshot, that was a no-brainer
Your appointed
I commit a and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be Hold your horses
waiting, Hell's watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, body
with the hymns (hems) wide; bell-bottoms
He in from the Llama too
Bigger .9 the
Add em (atom) bonded together, a molecule
I got the to blast the Smith&'
Trigger itching, don't make any rash decisions
The mag extended, this gon' be a tragic
I the clip
Put you down by 30, no coming back from this... death is it (deficit)
You wanna play tough? Til I hold the gun up
And he run, up
Moving slow as molasses, see what Rum made of
He know we
I'm from the Town, you ain't peep the crime
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) daughter body, Freaky Friday
You tryn'

[Round 3: Rum
You no gangsta, niggas know it
a thief, the "type work" you put in for your name, we don't condone it
You wrestled that bitch for a purse - grabbed, the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I know this
You out thirsty widdit
You ain't lurking, purging, you purses, so I'ma reverse the feelin'
I got the to get him
Smack flew me in from to book a Jersey nigga
You know I'm shoot
Bullets going in his
Brandy, Monica, if these hit the boy, his mind ('Boy Is Mine') get between the two
Nigga move, watch mouth or get a gun in yours
Fuck you I tuck em for?
Cross the line, I'll a grip on both sides; tug of war
My niggas wild dangerous, .50 cal'
I'm bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a loud Blazer
me, I'll clap you bitches
I'll put you in the trunk and whoever amp you in it
manager get this MAC I'm gripping
BOW, a go through Rome and (Roman) ruins half the building
You see how I'm
Damn near every line hit, I cannot die; I'm a
Two poles busting, room 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, I cut out (eye cutout) like a Klan member
niggas, OD'ing with two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock your teeth out if I swing
Woods; one hook a (hooker) make you lose everything
Let it ring, gauge
From out a a pellet can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You bat back or your necked get stabbed at
Your rib, slash that
I'll places with the blade, I'm a class act
Get clapped at, through the cross hair I'm lining up the
I zero in on one (zero end on one), that's binary code
I yo' shit and use it against you
Fuck Leonidas, if I squeeze the tightest, lead (Roman) through Jerusalem temple
BOW...kill
[Round 3: Nu Twork]
I yo
When I was eleven years old a Hoover Crip killed my uncle Flip... every 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 every action that I
And growing up, gang violence was always a red flag to me; couldn't quite wrap my head around it, and I took this red flag and wrapped it 'round my head
shit madness
This time around I'm on some other rap shit
If I gotta pull the then I clap it
Tragic, I'm in Arizona the ratchets
You don't get clapped in a or a casket
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 your pride
You can't possibly be none of this gangster shit you state in your rhymes
You see how easy it was for me to the place you reside?
You niggas really be G's (Bee Gees)? Try Staying Alive
I wait in my prime, I don't know how many enemies I got, it's too
I wait til they themselves, and yeah, I slide on an opp' or two, Nitty (opportunity)
member] Steams!

Steams said too
I should have been his shit
Already shells in one Cake, don't get lost in the mix!
Watch motherfucking words, nigga make the right moves
I rap with it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a name-your-price
name your price
I'll put the .40 on your manager, if you laugh now it'll his life
No?
Well I get this nigga in 42, you better take a hike
You not Rum
I put every in the Fourth down, he went for it like he not finna punt
I line men (linemen) up, you try to My whole block finna come
Then the Quarter back (quarterback) gettin' a he don't even get the option to run
I'll his life for real
Dome shot the Insane Crip, light the
Hit a nigga from 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress
You get the Nitty trippin'
Suwooping, I'm with the
In all red like 2Pac with the paparazzi; I'm a spitting
It's no in that
He know Piru "Crip" in reverse, but the C is on his
We
Drive-by, out the '06 Dodge, the sparkin'
You try to Jet, I'll let the Tom' lend son (Tomlinson) out the old Charger
I'm outside his home stalkin', him and his chick vibin'
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bitch
TEC-9 with the [?] and led astray, but your misguided (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 uncle (Uncle Drew)
on the weapon
You was talking all that shit to Iron Solomon? I'm bout to school Nitty and teach a lesson
Headshot mom sister...
You was talking like you hate Jews, and now they gotta get your some medics (antisemitics)
I don't him a chance to get better, I'm on the rooftop 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 where bitch is
Choppers gon make a loud area
We pad the walls; I told em if she even make a sound, bury her (sound barrier)
bout to blow
I'm taking Powell on an Arizona Grand Canyon trip and he petrified to go
You gon' miss your family? We don't even gotta sever ties at
I throw you all off the cliff den, Powell (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die