Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty Twork's signature bounce and hand gestures}
I know what you to do, really
{Screaming} "I got the with me!
Leave? You get a chance... this shit a drop 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 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 out a big grip
BOW, BOW, get you clapped up
It hold 12, and this the final mil (meal)... who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) it?
BOW, a flare
They from it, all the opps scared
They set you up, threw you inside the hot
This my spot, you survive here
Remain king, and I'ma reign (rain) until I'm (God tear)
Yo full of Glocks and shells, chops and 12s
I see you know a lot about guns, it ain't 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 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, stay grabbin' on the
This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a inside the coat
clap you from 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 not cross
Lockjaw, pistol whip you when the Glock
Over the head the handle do him dirty... then throw a round inside of like Hot Sauce
You can see these
You a fight with the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep your eyes down unless you fight
On God, don't look back, 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 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 lotta
I'll a MAC with the green light on Twork; Dollar Bill
to his dome
Set tripping "How you turn Blood?"
BOW, you never going home!
You ain't for real right? keep it real with me
Niggas be 3 minutes over the time limit cause they fear Nitty,
You keep it real yourself, suicide or-
cuts off Nitty's slogan}
[Round 1: Nu Twork]
I yo!
rappers wild pussy
Niggas always doing my style cause they style
This nigga did the bounce and the "bow"... til he get hit with the .50
And that's a Lil' BOW... Wow! You 'Bounce With Me'
spitting, even Rich can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you gon' grab partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all Jerooz bout with Verb?
I'm 'bout to this one to the grave, you got my word
Drive-by, chopper out the GMC, I out the bird
K clip, down 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 it and cock it, then the lead pop
Or we can do this MAC to MAC, like an airdrop
Nah, old rifle *chk chk* fresh out the repair shop
Rum, this 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 damn tools, lift a tool
Nigga nervous, got him sweating bullets, and he get it too
I squeeze two, you drop pen, I breeze 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
{Scuffle out}
raise 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 it's 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
Chest shot, BOW... big ass round;
I'm rambunctious, the can
Shotgun lift you off your feet, that dunk shit
{Shotgun jumps in and dunks on Nitty}
You's a damn flunkie, nigga time is soon to come
You seen what happened to Exclusiv Vodka? What you think they 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'), don't it good?
I'm In! I'll 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!
2: Rum Nitty]
End up a bust head
Hawk, something small slammin'; Spud Webb!
{Nitty on Twork}
I'm to it, no time to converse
I'll put you in it for tryna dirt
Desert in the old western Wyatt Earp
.9 burst... y'all said he was gon beat me to
right... *chk chk*... he died first!
It's a difference how I'm
You all done, and soon as I warm up zippin' over Jersey
Infinite, see the penmanship
A piece, I'ma OD, wash you, that's Whitney shit
Shells jumpin' out on the floor I'm peeling it
Can' in the hoodie, the cases drop... like Zimmerman
BOW, I get you out bad
I don't give a fuck if you six foot, foot... the guns come out fast!
And K loaded got range on it
Stay smokin', it's an instrument of death (deaf); Beethoven
Bang on him, the first round bust like Oden
I hit with a Kel-TEC
Jakk get a shell
Then I make you an offer, (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 your face, I promise
Gun butt, it inside the hood; Reaganomics
Pop him, gun up to his
BLAOW, the baby Drake the side view; Nothing Was the Same
I'll run you out your
We all poppin', but when 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 hard
I'm out east wit' it, do you dirty, cuz
In a swerving 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, 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 up with a steel .50 when I roam up
Hold it like an old
Cause we don't let shit pass over (Passover), bring it to your door, Blood
If you lack respect, then I'm at neck
Fuck a gun line king, I'm the GOAT with these Baphomet
You can't keep it real
suicide or I'll do the job, you decide... kill yourself
[Round 2: Nu Twork]
I yo
You awful
I mean, we both about clips often
But you just so one-dimensional, every line, your grips sparkin'
I tell this nigga, "I'll bury you 6 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 nothing but a (butter stick), I'm 'bout to win this by a big margin (margarine)
SIG Sauer, I come to the Insanes and move landmarks
revolvers in the streets, we gon' do a standoff
I'm really Piru, was Too Much'; Luther Vandross
He ain't no motherfucking
throws a C in Twork's face}
BOW, I blew his 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 shit 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 around a block
Sit, plot, watch, I'm looking in
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 pull up a 'Lemon'
Dippin', pass the crib, pole out
You wanted Twork? Well now there's some (hoes) in his house
I the road to your house, and all it took was one to tell
I about your sister [...], I know about your son [...]
in peace to mama [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu intermission for seven
2 cont.]
I know street, every route, and I was hunting for days
GPS kept up, but I'm still stuck in my ways (Waze)
They found this boy split open, thin blade on the 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 cam' fronting for y'all fans, but closed doors they always be polite
Tryna me advice
In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 'Don't the Hype'
I gave moments! I had to come out the hood first
I had of that, chop in (choppin') the trunk like a lumberjack, this shit came out the wood works
I leave no takers, chrome,
rotatin'
Suicide or I'll do the job? Headshot, was a no-brainer
Your soul
I a murder and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? Hold your
waiting, Hell's watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, frail
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 option to blast the
finger itching, don't make any rash decisions
The mag extended, this gon' be a tragic
I stretch the
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 as molasses, already see what Rum made of
He we annihilate
I'm from the Town, you ain't the crime rate?
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
and (in) your 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, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I this
You out thirsty 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 know I'm shoot
Bullets in his roof
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 pull a on both sides; tug of war
My wild dangerous, .50 cal' banging
I'm talking bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a loud
Play me, I'll clap you
I'll put you in the trunk and else amp you in it
Your get this MAC I'm gripping
BOW, a bullet go Rome and (Roman) ruins half the building
You see how I'm
Damn near every line hit, I cannot 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 Klan
Clap niggas, OD'ing two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock your out if I ever swing
Tiger Woods; one hook a (hooker) make you everything
Let it ring, large
out a buckshot a pellet can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You better bat back or necked get stabbed at
Your rib, I'll slash
I'll places 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' shit and use it 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 killed my uncle Flip... every night I wished him back from out the dead
I always said I'd get them niggas back... my 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 it, and then I took this red flag and wrapped it 'round my head
This madness
This around I'm on some whole other rap shit
If I gotta pull the then I clap it
Tragic, I'm in Arizona the ratchets
You don't get in a coma or a casket
crematures in a flower vase in Phoenix
Cause if I fire birds, all you a get is a rose from the ashes (arose from the ashes)
I'm past tense, put you in the 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 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)
member] Steams!

Steams that too
I should been tossing his shit
Already left shells in one Cake, get lost in the mix!
Watch your motherfucking words, nigga the right moves
I rap with it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a name-your-price
Nigga your price
I'll put the .40 on your manager, if you laugh now save his life
No?
Well I get this nigga in blue 42, you better 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 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 for real
Dome shot the Insane Crip, the steel
Hit a nigga from In The Membrane'; Cypress Hill
You get the picture? Nitty
Suwooping, I'm with the
In all red 2Pac 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) out the old Charger
I'm outside his home stalkin', him and his chick vibin'
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck and got his bitch bodied
TEC-9 with the [?] and led astray, but your misguided (miss got it)
SIG firing, we dumpin'
My uncle was a Civil War vet, 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 Solomon? I'm bout to school Nitty and teach a lesson
Headshot mom sister...
You was like you hate Jews, and now they gotta get your auntie some medics (antisemitics)
I don't give him a 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
gon make that 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 Cornell Powell on an Arizona Grand Canyon trip and he petrified to go
You miss your family? We don't even gotta sever ties at home
I throw you all off the cliff den, Powell (Clifton Powell), Never Die Alone