Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty Twork's signature bounce and hand gestures}
I know you bout to do, really
{Screaming} "I got the tool me!
Leave? You won't get a chance... this shit a an opp or two, Nitty (opportunity)! BOW!"
We got Rum versus... I'll clap yo big ass
Put a round in you, lay you crippled
The shit I pull out
Loud pistol, the cal you
Praying Buddhist; you doing all 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 up (last supper) against it?
BOW, a shot
They ducking from it, all the opps
They set you up, you inside 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 Glocks and shells, and 12s
I see you know a lot guns, it ain't hard to tell
You talk it well... but the shit I pull out'll body experienced (out-of-body experience) you better watch yourself!
And I could switch the mood: you can't label a without a body experienced... look at it from a different view
War time, I slide through the scene, shit wet up
Winchester, mask on, out the V For Vendetta
Lil nigga, stay on the pole
Napoleon Complex keeps me with 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, swing on me and peel (pill) one
round, leave you boiled down if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a you should not cross
Lockjaw, pistol whip you when the 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 boxer from Harlem Nights; a puncher
The hot type, keep your eyes unless you tryna fight
On God, don't look back, you'll get assaulted... Lot's wife
I did him
I kill him first, suicide; put the stick 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 with the .9, why (5x, 9y)? You ain't getting by no (binomial)
A lotta
I'll pull a MAC with the green light on Dollar Bill
to his dome
Set tripping like "How you Blood?"
BOW, you ain't going 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 yourself, suicide or-
{Twork off Nitty's slogan}
[Round 1: Nu Twork]
I yo!
These rappers wild
Niggas always my style cause they style iffy
This did the bounce and the "bow"... til he get hit with the loud .50
And that's a Lil' BOW... Wow! You 'Bounce With Me'
Cal' spitting, Rich can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you grab your partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all Jerooz bout with Verb?
I'm 'bout to take this one to the grave, you got my
Drive-by, chopper out the GMC, I 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, can't wait to spin (spend) it, this burning a hole in my pocket
I'll it and cock it, then the lead pop
Or we can do this shit MAC to MAC, an airdrop
Nah, old sniper rifle *chk chk* fresh out the shop
Fuck Rum, this shit vodka, I got a shot!
BOW, y'all done put me in a weird
Thought I was show up here with no rounds? Cool
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go down
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 send me your-" you don't know where that could (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Piru Blood member
Thing up
{Scuffle breaks
raise the stakes
Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in your hometown 'round
Hop out holdin' pounds, 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, been getting washed in Jersey, like Juwanna Mann
TEC pop, pull to the rest stop
Chest shot, BOW... big ass Epcot
I'm rambunctious, the can
Shotgun lift you off your feet, that slam dunk
{Shotgun Suge jumps in and dunks on
You's a damn flunkie, nigga time is soon to come
You seen what happened to Exclusiv Vodka? What you they gon' do with Rum?
Ruger dump... every round you callin' out K 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,
blade, poquito (poke-ito)
Mint condition, cut you to the white, Rum;
Jersey!
2: Rum Nitty]
End up a bust head
Little Hawk, something small Spud Webb!
{Nitty on Twork}
I'm straight to it, no to converse
put you in it for tryna find dirt
Desert in the old western like Earp
.9 burst... y'all he was gon beat me to death?
Y'all right... chk*... he died first!
a difference how I'm workin'
You all done, and soon as I warm up they over Jersey
Infinite, can't see the
A cold piece, I'ma OD, you, that's Whitney shit
Shells jumpin' out on the floor when I'm it
Can' in the hoodie, 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 got range on it
Stay smokin', it's an instrument of death (deaf); Beethoven
Bang on him, the first round bust like Greg
I hit Ryda a Kel-TEC
Jakk get a next
Then I 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
Stainless clock him, this shit a break face, I promise
Gun butt, it crack inside the Reaganomics
Pop him, gun up to his
BLAOW, the baby Drake from the side view; Nothing Was the
run you out your lane
We all poppin', but y'all stallin', I'm the one that remains at the table; autopsy
You can't compare the bars, it
Them ain't enough... you gon' have to rig 'em or this (rigor mortis) gon' be a body
I'm out east wit' it, do you dirty, cuz
In a hooptie up
He 'Faneto'; I'm riding through New York... finna go and shoot Nu up
Tell him try it, more than one dyin'
Slide, I'm shady with the Tom (time);
Gun fire, put a bullet in you, then BLAOW, BLAOW... it a be in Jerzey (B-more and Jersey); Gun Titles
Your man jumpin' ship, back stabbed his
You know the code, no coming back if you switch
razor blade his neck, got him gasping and shit
Then another slash on him
Then Roc a give him that seat treatment, he'll never be strapped 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), bring it to your door, Blood
If you respect, then I'm at your neck
Fuck a gun line king, I'm the GOAT with these Baphomet
You can't keep it real
Nigga or I'll do the job, you decide... kill yourself
[Round 2: Nu Jerzey
I yo
You awful
I mean, we both talk clips often
But you just so fucking one-dimensional, line, your grips sparkin'
I tell this nigga, "I'll you 6 feet deep, or put your body where the fish swarming"
How this bitch it?
Land or (Land O'Lakes)?
And if you can't talk 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 your
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!
spark, this shit about to pop
I wanna hear 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 dishing out the
Nigga reason you got experience is cause you been around the Bloque (block)
Drive-by, I got experience, I'll around a block
Sit, plot, watch, I'm looking in
Squeeze, sitting on my lap, I stuffed the 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 Well now there's some holes (hoes) in his house
I found the road to your house, and all it was one to tell
I about your sister [...], I know about your son [...]
Rest in to mama [...]
breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu intermission for seven minutes}
2 cont.]
I every street, every route, and I was hunting for days
GPS kept freezing up, but I'm still in my ways (Waze)
They this boy split open, thin blade on the salmon joint
I blood on the edge of the knife; but that's beside the point
niggas harmless 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 out the hood first
I had enough of that, chop in (choppin') the trunk like a lumberjack, shit came out the wood works
I no takers, chrome, stainless
rotatin'
Suicide or do the job? Headshot, that was a no-brainer
Your appointed
I commit a murder and remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? Hold horses
Heaven's waiting, watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, body
Choirs the hymns (hems) wide; bell-bottoms
He in solitude from the too
.9 the tool
Add em (atom) bonded together, a molecule
I got the option to the Smith&'
Trigger finger itching, don't make any 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 play tough? Til I hold the gun straight 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 peep the rate?
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) your daughter body, Friday
You tryn'

[Round 3: Rum
You ain't no gangsta, niggas 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 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 to book a Jersey nigga
You know I'm finna
Bullets going in his
Brandy, Monica, if these hit the boy, his mind ('Boy Is Mine') get torn the two
Nigga move, watch mouth or get a gun in yours
Fuck you think I tuck em
the line, I'll pull a grip on both sides; tug of war
My wild dangerous, .50 cal' banging
I'm talking bout shooters Craig Sager, I keep a loud Blazer
me, I'll clap you bitches
I'll put you in the trunk and else amp you in it
Your manager get MAC I'm gripping
BOW, a bullet go through and (Roman) ruins half the building
You see how I'm
Damn near line hit, I cannot die; I'm a Highlander
Two poles busting, emergency they rush you
Soon as the doc holla (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you 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
niggas, OD'ing with two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock your out if I ever swing
Tiger Woods; one a (hooker) make you lose everything
Let it ring, gauge
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 up the pole
I zero in on one (zero end on one), that's binary code
I take yo' and use it against you
Fuck Leonidas, if I the tightest, lead roaming (Roman) through Jerusalem temple
BOW...kill
[Round 3: Nu Twork]
I yo
When I was years old a Hoover Crip killed my uncle Flip... every night I wished him back from out the dead
I always said I'd get niggas back... my name Twork, that mean I put in work behind every 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
This around I'm on some whole other rap shit
If I gotta pull the chrome I clap it
Tragic, I'm in with the ratchets
You don't get in a coma or a casket
crematures in a flower vase in Phoenix
Cause if I gotta fire birds, all you a get is a from the ashes (arose from the ashes)
I'm past tense, put you in the past tense, I'm shaking your
You can't possibly be knowin' none of this gangster shit you state in rhymes
You see how easy it was for me to the place you reside?
You really 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 present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an opp' or two, Nitty (opportunity)
[Crowd Steams!

Steams that too
I have been tossing his shit
left shells in one Cake, don't get lost in the mix!
Watch your words, nigga make the right moves
I rap it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a name-your-price tool
name your price
I'll put the .40 on your manager, if you now it'll save his life
No?
I get this nigga in blue 42, you better take a hike
You not Rum
I put nigga in the Fourth down, he went for it like he not finna punt
I line men (linemen) up, you try to rush? My block finna come
Then the Quarter back (quarterback) gettin' a he don't even get the option to run
I'll take his life for
Dome the Insane Crip, light the steel
Hit a nigga from 'Insane In The Cypress Hill
You get the Nitty trippin'
Suwooping, I'm with the
In all red like 2Pac the paparazzi; I'm a spitting image
It's no reasonin' in
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, let the Tom' lend son (Tomlinson) somethin' out the old Charger
I'm outside his home stalkin', caught him and his chick
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bodied
TEC-9 the [?] and it's led astray, but your misguided (miss got it)
SIG firing, we dumpin'
My uncle was a Civil War vet, serial still on [?] too
Had the old number too, that's my uncle drew (Uncle Drew)
Hand on the
You was talking all that racist 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 rooftop go rounds from a distance
Then jet after the smoke like a chemtrail; they even have a cloud of suspicion
I'm from down in the
And my goons at the house where bitch is
Choppers gon that a loud area
We even pad the walls; I told em if she make a sound, bury her (sound barrier)
Beretta to blow
I'm Cornell Powell on an Arizona Grand Canyon trip and he petrified to go
You gon' miss your family? We don't even sever ties at home
I throw you all off the den, Powell (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die Alone