Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty mimics Twork's signature bounce and gestures}
I know you bout 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 round in you, lay you down
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 that a BOW 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 shot
ducking from it, all the opps scared
They set you up, you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you survive here
Remain king, and reign (rain) until I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo full of Glocks 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 body experienced (out-of-body experience) niggas; you better watch yourself!
And I could switch the mood: you can't label a nigga without a body experienced... look at it a different view
War time, I slide through the scene, shit wet up
Winchester, on, hopping out the V For Vendetta
Lil nigga, stay on the pole
This Napoleon Complex keeps me a hand inside the coat
I'll clap you the go
Smack I suffer from anxiety... this my third Volume (Valium) in a row
Cold, swing on me and peel (pill) one
Scorching round, you boiled 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 inside of Jerzey like Hot Sauce
You can see comin'
You booked a 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, you'll get assaulted... like Lot's
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 number into Jerz' (integers)
BOW, .9'll
I run down on you like, "You 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 the green light on Twork; Dollar Bill
to his dome
Set tripping like "How you Blood?"
BOW, you never going home!
You ain't for real right? Well keep it real me
be 3 minutes over the time limit cause they fear Nitty, bitch
You can't it real yourself, suicide or-
{Twork cuts off Nitty's
[Round 1: Nu Jerzey
I yo!
These wild pussy
Niggas always doing my style 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'
spitting, even Rich can go
You know... "bounce me, bounce-" you gon' grab your partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen Jerooz bout 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
got it, can't wait to spin (spend) it, this shit burning a hole in my pocket
I'll load it and cock it, 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, this shit vodka, I got a shot!
BOW, done put me in a weird spot
Thought I was gonna show up here with no rounds?
I'm you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go down smooth
I blow damn tools, a tool
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, Blood gang member
Thing up
{Scuffle breaks
Let's the stakes
Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the sound; Grace'
I'm in your hometown rollin'
Hop out pounds, pistol whip
I ain't stopping 'til it's a Nitty (Nitti) 'It's Going Down'
I hold the crown, so if you not a fan, niggas been getting 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, slam dunk shit
{Shotgun Suge in and dunks on Nitty}
You's a damn flunkie, nigga your is soon to come
You seen what to Exclusiv Vodka? What you think they gon' do with Rum?
Ruger dump... every round you out K Shine man, I'm only doing this 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 could snap at any
I did the I'm bilingual
Too seasoned,
blade, poquito (poke-ito)
Mint condition, cut you to the white, mojito
Jersey!
[Round 2: Rum
End up a bust head
Little Hawk, something small Spud Webb!
{Nitty dunks on
I'm straight to it, no to converse
I'll put you in it for tryna find
Desert in the old western like Wyatt
.9 burst... y'all said he was gon me to death?
right... *chk 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 piece, I'ma OD, wash you, that's Whitney shit
Shells jumpin' out on the when I'm peeling it
in the hoodie, then the cases drop... like Zimmerman
BOW, I get you out bad
I don't a fuck if you six foot, seven foot... the guns come out fast!
And this K loaded got on it
Stay smokin', it's an of death (deaf); like Beethoven
Bang on him, the first round bust Greg Oden
I hit with a Kel-TEC
Jakk get a shell
Then I you an offer, Drugz (off of drugs); once you see this 12, step!
No way to it
Drive-by, letting the chop off out the Lorena Bobbitt
clock him, this shit a break your face, I promise
Gun butt, it crack inside the hood;
Pop him, gun up to his
BLAOW, the baby Drake the side view; Nothing Was the Same
I'll run you out lane
We all poppin', but when 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 this (rigor mortis) be a hard body
I'm out east it, tryna do you dirty, cuz
In a hooptie up
He 'Faneto'; I'm riding through New York... finna go and shoot Nu up
him come try it, more than one dyin'
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
man jumpin' ship, back stabbed his clique
You the code, ain't no coming back if you switch
I'll razor blade his neck, got him gasping and
Then another on him quick
Then Roc a give him that belt treatment, he'll never be strapped in again!
You get no love, I load up a steel .50 when I roam up
Hold it like an old
Cause we let shit pass 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 Baphomet
You keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or do the job, you decide... kill yourself
[Round 2: Nu Jerzey
I yo
You awful
I mean, we both talk about often
But you just so fucking one-dimensional, line, your grips sparkin'
I tell this nigga, "I'll bury you 6 deep, or put your body where the fish swarming"
How this want it?
or lakes (Land O'Lakes)?
And if you can't talk about nothing but a stick (butter stick), I'm 'bout to win 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 Crip-
{Rum a C in Twork's face}
BOW, I his hand off!
Can' spark, this shit 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 shit my stock
You went to Team Homi, left the Writers, said fuck em and dishing out the shots?
Nigga only reason you got experience is cause you been the Bloque (block)
Drive-by, I got experience, I'll bend around a
Sit, plot, watch, I'm in position
Squeeze, on my lap, I stuffed the bullets in the Smith&'
This nerd (N.E.R.D.) dropping, I tell my driver, "Wait a minute", and then I up with a 'Lemon'
Dippin', pass the crib, stickin' out
You wanted Twork? Well now there's some holes (hoes) in his
I the road to your house, and all it took was one to tell
I know about your sister [...], I know about son [...]
Rest in peace to [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu intermission for seven
2 cont.]
I every street, every route, and I was hunting for days
GPS kept freezing up, but I'm stuck in my ways (Waze)
They found this boy split open, thin blade on the joint
I left blood on the of the knife; but that's beside the point
These niggas harmless in a
All these fucking vets on cam' fronting for y'all fans, but behind closed doors always be polite
Tryna offer me
In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 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 came out the works
I leave no takers, chrome,
Revolver
Suicide or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a
soul appointed
I commit a murder and don't it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? Hold your
Heaven's waiting, watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, frail
Choirs with the hymns (hems) bell-bottoms
He in from the Llama too
Bigger .9 the
Add em (atom) together, that's a molecule
I got the to blast the Smith&'
Trigger finger itching, don't make any decisions
The mag extended, gon' be a tragic endin'
I the clip
Put you down by 30, no coming back from this... death is it (deficit)
You wanna play Til I hold the gun straight up
And he run, up
Moving slow as molasses, already see Rum made of
He know we
I'm the Town, you ain't peep the crime rate?
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) your body, Freaky Friday
You tryn'

[Round 3: Rum
You ain't no gangsta, niggas it
Yous a thief, the "type work" you put in for your name, we don't it
You wrestled that bitch for a purse - grabbed, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up your slogan, I know this
You out here widdit
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 book a Jersey
You I'm finna shoot
going in his roof
Brandy, Monica, if hit the boy, his mind ('Boy Is Mine') get torn between the two
Nigga move, watch mouth or get a gun in yours
Fuck you think I em for?
Cross the line, I'll pull a grip on both tug of war
My niggas wild dangerous, .50 banging
I'm talking bout shooters Craig Sager, I keep a loud Blazer
Play me, I'll clap you
I'll put you in the trunk and whoever amp you in it
manager get this MAC I'm gripping
BOW, a bullet go Rome and (Roman) ruins half the building
You see how I'm
Damn every line hit, I cannot die; I'm a Highlander
Two poles busting, emergency room they you
Soon as the doc (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you know a Tombstone comin'
Who want it? I'm a gripper
Point it (pointed) at the top of the hood, then I cut out (eye cutout) like a member
Clap niggas, OD'ing with two guns; Mac (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock teeth out if I ever swing
Tiger one hook a (hooker) make you lose everything
Let it ring, gauge
From out a a pellet can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You better bat back or your necked get at
Your rib, I'll slash
I'll switch places the blade, I'm a class act
Get at, through the cross hair I'm lining up the pole
Then I in on one (zero end on one), that's binary code
I take yo' shit and use it you
Fuck Leonidas, if I squeeze the tightest, lead roaming (Roman) through Jerusalem
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, mean I put in work behind every action that I said
And growing up, gang violence was 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
This around I'm on some whole other rap shit
If I gotta pull the chrome I clap it
Tragic, I'm in Arizona the ratchets
You don't get clapped in a coma or a
Just crematures in a vase in Phoenix
Cause if I gotta fire birds, all you a get is a rose the ashes (arose from the ashes)
I'm past tense, put you in the past tense, I'm your pride
You can't be knowin' 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 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 wait til present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an opp' or two, Nitty (opportunity)
[Crowd Steams!

Steams that too
I should have been tossing his
Already shells in one Cake, don't get lost in the mix!
Watch motherfucking words, nigga make the right moves
I rap it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a name-your-price tool
Nigga name your
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 for it like he not finna punt
I line men (linemen) up, you try to rush? My whole block finna
Then the Quarter back (quarterback) a shotgun; he don't even get the option to run
I'll take his life for
shot the Insane Crip, light the steel
Hit a nigga 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress Hill
You get the picture? trippin'
Suwooping, I'm with the
In all red like with the paparazzi; I'm a spitting image
It's no in that
He Piru "Crip" in reverse, but the C is on his back
We
Drive-by, out the '06 Dodge, the sparkin'
You try to Jet, I'll let the Tom' lend son (Tomlinson) somethin' out the old
I'm his home stalkin', caught him and his chick vibin'
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bitch
TEC-9 the [?] and it's led astray, but your misguided (miss got it)
SIG firing, we dumpin'
My was a Civil War vet, serial still on [?] musket too
Had the old number too, that's what my drew (Uncle Drew)
Hand on the
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 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 from down in the
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)
Beretta bout to
I'm taking Cornell 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), Never Die Alone