Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty mimics Twork's signature and hand gestures}
I know what you to do, really
{Screaming} "I got the tool me!
Leave? You won't get a chance... this 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 down
The I pull out nickel
pistol, the cal clip you
Praying Buddhist; you 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 up relentless
It hold 12, and this the final mil (meal)... who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) it?
BOW, a shot
They from it, all the opps scared
They set you up, threw you the hot chair
my spot, you won't survive here
Remain king, and I'ma reign (rain) until I'm (God tear)
Yo rounds full of and shells, chops and 12s
I see you know a lot about guns, it hard to tell
You talk it well... but the shit I pull out'll body (out-of-body experience) niggas; you better watch yourself!
And I could switch the mood: you can't label a nigga a body experienced... look at it from a different view
War time, I through the scene, leave shit wet up
Winchester, mask on, out the V For Vendetta
Lil nigga, stay grabbin' on the
This Napoleon Complex keeps me a hand inside the coat
I'll clap you the go
know I suffer from anxiety... this my third Volume (Valium) in a row
Cold, on me and I'ma peel (pill) one
Scorching round, leave you boiled if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a you should not cross
Lockjaw, pistol whip you when the Glock
the head the handle do him dirty... then throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot Sauce
You can see these
You a fight with the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep eyes down unless you tryna fight
On God, don't look back, get assaulted... like Lot's wife
I did him
Before I kill him first, suicide; put the to yourself like an introvert
Nigga purge, the clip hold 30, and I'll put the whole number into (integers)
BOW, .9'll
I run down on you like, "You for real?"
Then I get Five X'd the .9, why (5x, 9y)? You ain't getting by no mil' (binomial)
A steel
I'll pull a MAC with the green on Twork; Dollar Bill
to his dome
Set tripping "How you turn Blood?"
BOW, you never going home!
You ain't for real Well keep it real with me
Niggas be 3 minutes over the time limit they fear Nitty, bitch
You can't keep it real yourself, or-
{Twork off Nitty's slogan}
[Round 1: Nu Jerzey
I yo!
rappers wild pussy
Niggas always doing my cause they style iffy
This nigga did the bounce and the "bow"... til he get hit the loud .50
And that's a Lil' BOW... Wow! You 'Bounce With Me'
Cal' spitting, even can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you grab your partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen Jerooz bout with
I'm 'bout to this one to the grave, you got my word
Drive-by, out the GMC, I shoot out the bird
K clip, down on a half-moon; do not disturb!
This absurd, hot revolver, ready to load it and pop it
Just got it, wait to spin (spend) it, this shit burning a hole in my pocket
load it and cock it, then the lead pop
Or we can do this shit MAC to MAC, like an
Nah, old sniper *chk chk* fresh out the repair shop
Fuck Rum, shit vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, y'all done put me in a spot
Thought I was gonna show up with no rounds? Cool
I'm you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go down smooth
I blow damn tools, a tool
Nigga nervous, got him bullets, and he gon' get it too
I two, you drop your pen, I breeze through
[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you don't know where that could (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Blood gang member
Thing up
{Scuffle out}
raise the stakes
Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in your rollin' 'round
Hop out holdin' pounds, whip
I ain't stopping 'til a Nitty (Nitti) beat; 'It's Going Down'
I hold the crown, so even if you not a fan, niggas been getting washed in Jersey, Juwanna Mann
TEC pop, to the side; rest stop
shot, BOW... big ass round; Epcot
I'm rambunctious, the can
lift you off your feet, that slam dunk shit
{Shotgun Suge in and dunks on Nitty}
You's a damn flunkie, nigga time is soon to come
You seen what to Exclusiv Vodka? What you think they gon' 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, ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it feel good?
I'm In! I'll 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 bust
Little Hawk, something small Spud Webb!
dunks on Twork}
I'm to it, no time to converse
I'll put you in it for tryna find
in the old western like Wyatt Earp
.9 burst... said he was gon beat 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 they zippin' over
Infinite, can't see the
A cold piece, I'ma OD, wash you, Whitney shit
Shells jumpin' out on the floor when I'm it
in the hoodie, then the cases 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 this K loaded got on it
Stay smokin', it's an instrument of (deaf); like Beethoven
on him, the first round bust like Greg Oden
I hit Ryda with a
get a shell next
Then I make you an offer, (off of drugs); once you see this 12, step!
No way to it
Drive-by, letting the chop off out the window; Lorena
Stainless clock him, shit a break your face, I promise
Gun butt, it inside the hood; Reaganomics
Pop him, gun up to his
BLAOW, the Drake from the side view; Nothing Was the Same
I'll run you out your
We all poppin', but y'all stallin', I'm the one that remains at the table; autopsy
You can't the bars, stop it
Them ain't enough... you gon' have to rig 'em or (rigor mortis) gon' be a hard body
I'm out east wit' it, do you dirty, cuz
In a swerving up
He 'Faneto'; I'm riding through New York... go and shoot Nu Jerzey up
Tell him come try it, more one dyin'
Slide, I'm shady 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 jumpin' ship, stabbed his clique
You the code, ain't no coming back if you switch
I'll blade his neck, got him gasping and shit
Then slash on him quick
Then Roc a give him that seat belt treatment, he'll never be in again!
You get no love, I load up with a .50 when I roam up
it like an old grudge
Cause we don't let shit pass over (Passover), I'll bring it to your door,
If you lack respect, I'm at your neck
Fuck a gun line king, I'm the with these deuces; Baphomet
You can't keep it yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide... yourself
[Round 2: Nu Twork]
I yo
You just
I mean, we talk about clips often
But you so fucking one-dimensional, every line, your grips sparkin'
I tell this nigga, "I'll bury you 6 feet deep, or put your where the fish swarming"
How this bitch it?
Land or (Land O'Lakes)?
And if you can't talk about nothing but a stick (butter stick), I'm to win this by a big margin (margarine)
SIG Sauer, I come to the Insanes and move your
Dual revolvers in the streets, we do a standoff
I'm really Piru, was Too Much'; Luther Vandross
He ain't no motherfucking
{Rum a C in Twork's face}
BOW, I blew his off!
Can' spark, this about to pop
I don't wanna hear none of 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 dishing out the shots?
Nigga only reason you got 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 the bullets in the Smith&'
nerd (N.E.R.D.) dropping, I tell my driver, "Wait a minute", and then I pull up with a 'Lemon'
Dippin', pass the crib, pole out
You wanted Twork? Well now there's holes (hoes) in his house
I found the to your house, and all it took was one to tell
I know about your sister [...], I know your son [...]
in peace to mama [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu for seven minutes}
2 cont.]
I know every street, route, and I was hunting for days
GPS freezing up, but I'm still stuck in my ways (Waze)
They found this boy split open, thin blade on the salmon
I left blood on the of the knife; but that's beside the point
These niggas in a fight
All these fucking vets on fronting for y'all fans, but behind closed doors they always be polite
Tryna me advice
In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 'Don't the Hype'
I gave y'all moments! I had to come out the hood
I had enough of that, chop in (choppin') the trunk like a lumberjack, shit came out the wood works
I leave no takers, chrome,
Revolver
Suicide or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a
Your soul
I commit a and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? your horses
waiting, Hell's watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, frail
Choirs 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 finger itching, don't make any rash
The mag extended, gon' be a tragic endin'
I the clip
Put you by 30, ain't no coming back from this... death is it (deficit)
You wanna tough? Til I hold the gun straight up
And he run, up
Moving slow as molasses, already see what Rum of
He we annihilate
I'm from the Town, you ain't the crime rate?
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) your daughter body, Freaky
You play?

[Round 3: Rum
You ain't no gangsta, 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, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I know
You out here thirsty
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
going in his roof
Brandy, Monica, if these hit the boy, his mind ('Boy Is Mine') get between the two
Nigga move, your mouth or get a gun in yours
Fuck you I tuck em for?
Cross the line, I'll pull a grip on sides; tug of war
My niggas dangerous, .50 cal' banging
I'm bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a loud Blazer
Play me, I'll clap you
put you in the trunk and whoever else amp you in it
Your manager get this MAC I'm
BOW, a go through Rome and (Roman) ruins half the building
You see how I'm
Damn near every line hit, I die; I'm a Highlander
Two poles busting, emergency they rush you
Soon as the doc holla (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you know a Tombstone
Who want it? I'm a 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 knock teeth out if I ever swing
Tiger Woods; one hook a (hooker) make you lose
Let it ring, large
From out a buckshot a can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You bat back or your necked get stabbed at
Your rib, I'll slash
I'll switch with the blade, I'm a class act
Get clapped at, through the cross hair I'm lining up the
Then I 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 roaming (Roman) Jerusalem temple
BOW...kill
[Round 3: Nu Jerzey
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 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 head
This shit
time around I'm on some whole other rap shit
If I pull the chrome then I clap it
Tragic, I'm in Arizona the ratchets
You don't get clapped in a or a casket
Just in a flower vase in Phoenix
Cause if I gotta fire birds, all you a get is a rose from the ashes (arose the ashes)
I'm tense, put you in the past tense, I'm shaking your pride
You possibly be knowin' none of this gangster shit you state in your rhymes
You see how easy it was for me to find the you reside?
You niggas really wanna be G's (Bee Gees)? Try Staying
I in my prime, I don't know how many enemies I got, it's too many
I til they present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an opp' or two, Nitty (opportunity)
[Crowd Steams!

Steams said too
I should have tossing his shit
Already left in one Cake, don't get lost in the mix!
Watch your words, nigga make the right moves
I rap with it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a tool
name your price
I'll put the .40 on your manager, if you laugh now it'll save his
No?
I get this nigga in blue 42, you better take a hike
You not Rum
I put every nigga in the Fourth down, he went for it like he not punt
I line men (linemen) up, you try to My whole block finna come
the Quarter back (quarterback) gettin' a shotgun; he don't even get the option to run
I'll take his for real
Dome shot the Crip, light the steel
Hit a nigga 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress Hill
You get the Nitty trippin'
Suwooping, I'm the business
In all red like 2Pac with the paparazzi; I'm a image
It's no reasonin' in
He know Piru "Crip" in reverse, but the C is on his
We
Drive-by, out the '06 Dodge, the chrome
You try to Jet, I'll let the Tom' son (Tomlinson) somethin' out the old Charger
I'm outside his stalkin', caught him and his chick vibin'
Big .9 spit, to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bitch bodied
TEC-9 with the [?] and led astray, but your misguided (miss got it)
SIG firing, we tools
My uncle was a Civil War vet, still on [?] musket too
Had the old number too, that's what my uncle (Uncle Drew)
on the weapon
You was all that racist 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 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 even have a cloud of suspicion
I'm from in the trenches
And my at the house where your bitch is
Choppers gon make that a area
We even pad the walls; I em if she even make a sound, bury her (sound barrier)
Beretta bout to
I'm taking Cornell Powell on an Grand Canyon trip and he petrified to go
You gon' miss your family? We don't even gotta ties at home
I throw you all off the cliff den, Powell (Clifton Powell), Never Die Alone