Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
mimics Twork's signature bounce and hand gestures}
I know what you bout to do,
{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 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 up relentless
It 12, and this the final mil (meal)... who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW, a flare
ducking from it, all the opps scared
They set you up, threw you inside the hot
This my spot, you won't here
Remain king, and I'ma reign (rain) until I'm (God tear)
Yo rounds 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 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, leave wet up
Winchester, mask on, hopping out the V For
Lil nigga, stay grabbin' on the
This Napoleon Complex me with a hand inside the coat
clap you from the go
Smack know I suffer from anxiety... this my Volume (Valium) in a row
Cold, swing on me and I'ma (pill) one
Scorching round, leave you down if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a nigga you should not
Lockjaw, pistol whip you when the Glock
Over the head the handle do him dirty... then throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot
You can see comin'
You booked a fight the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep your down unless you tryna fight
On God, don't look back, get assaulted... like 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 into Jerz' (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 steel
I'll pull a MAC with the green light on Dollar Bill
to his dome
Set tripping like "How you 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 Nitty, bitch
You can't it real yourself, suicide or-
{Twork off Nitty's slogan}
1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo!
rappers wild pussy
Niggas always my style cause they style iffy
nigga did the bounce and the "bow"... til he get hit with the loud .50
And that's a BOW... Wow! You gon' 'Bounce With Me'
Cal' spitting, even can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you gon' grab your and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen 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, ready to it and pop it
Just got it, can't wait to spin (spend) it, this shit burning a hole in my
I'll load it and cock it, then the pop
Or we can do this shit MAC to MAC, like an
Nah, old sniper rifle chk* fresh out the repair shop
Fuck Rum, this vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, y'all done put me in a spot
Thought I was show up here with no rounds? Cool
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go smooth
I blow tools, lift 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 nigga, Piru Blood gang member
Thing up
{Scuffle out}
Let's the stakes
Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the sound; 'Amazing
I'm in your hometown rollin'
Hop out pounds, pistol whip
I ain't stopping 'til it's a Nitty (Nitti) beat; 'It's 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; rest
Chest shot, BOW... big ass round;
I'm rambunctious, the can
lift you off your feet, that slam dunk shit
{Shotgun Suge jumps in and dunks on
You's a damn flunkie, nigga your is soon to come
You what happened 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 this for the
I'm walking on son, ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it feel good?
I'm Strapped In! I'll 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 a bust head
Little Hawk, something small slammin'; Webb!
{Nitty dunks on
I'm straight to it, no to converse
I'll put you in it for tryna dirt
Desert in the old western like Wyatt
.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 zippin' over Jersey
Infinite, see the penmanship
A cold piece, I'ma OD, wash you, that's shit
Shells out on the floor when I'm peeling it
Can' in the hoodie, then the cases drop... 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', 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
I make 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 your face, I
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 y'all stallin', I'm the one that remains at the table;
You can't the bars, stop it
ain't enough... you gon' have to rig 'em or this (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... 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, 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, no coming back if you switch
I'll razor blade his neck, got him gasping and
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 steel .50 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 lack respect, I'm at your neck
Fuck a gun king, I'm the GOAT with these deuces; Baphomet
You can't keep it yourself
suicide or I'll do the job, you decide... kill yourself
[Round 2: Nu Jerzey
I yo
You just
I mean, we talk 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 want it?
Land or (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 in the streets, we gon' do a standoff
I'm really Piru, was 'Never Too Luther Vandross
He ain't no Crip-
{Rum throws a C in face}
BOW, I blew his 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 tell me shit about my stock
You to Team Homi, left the Writers, said fuck em and started dishing out the shots?
Nigga only reason you got experience is cause you been around the (block)
Drive-by, I got experience, I'll around a block
Sit, plot, watch, I'm looking in
Squeeze, sitting on my lap, I the bullets in the Smith&'
This nerd (N.E.R.D.) dropping, I tell my driver, "Wait a minute", and then I pull up with a
Dippin', pass the crib, pole out
You wanted Twork? Well now some holes (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 for seven minutes}
2 cont.]
I know street, every route, and I was hunting for days
GPS freezing up, but I'm still stuck in my ways (Waze)
They this boy split open, thin blade on the salmon joint
I left on the edge 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
offer me advice
In private, public, enemy (Public Enemy); 'Don't Believe 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, this came out the wood works
I leave no takers, chrome,
Revolver
or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a no-brainer
Your soul
I commit a and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all me to be stable? Hold your horses
Heaven's waiting, watching
popped him
Funeral, casket, body
Choirs with the hymns (hems) wide;
He in solitude from the too
Bigger .9 the
Add em (atom) bonded together, that's a
I got the option to the Smith&'
Trigger finger itching, don't any rash decisions
The mag extended, this gon' be a endin'
I the clip
Put you down by 30, ain't no coming back this... death is it (deficit)
You wanna play tough? Til I the gun straight up
And he run, up
Moving as molasses, already see what Rum made of
He know we
I'm from the Town, you 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, know it
Yous a thief, the "type work" you put in for name, we don't condone it
You wrestled that bitch for a purse - grabbed, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with slogan, I know this
You out here thirsty
You lurking, purging, you taking purses, so I'ma reverse the feelin'
I got the to get him
Smack me in from Phoenix to book a Jersey nigga
You know I'm finna
Bullets in his roof
Brandy, Monica, if these hit the boy, his mind ('Boy Is Mine') get between the two
move, watch your mouth or get a gun in yours
Fuck you think I tuck em
Cross the line, I'll pull a grip on both tug of war
My niggas wild dangerous, .50 banging
I'm talking bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a Blazer
me, I'll clap you bitches
I'll put you in the trunk and whoever 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 every line hit, I die; I'm a Highlander
Two poles busting, room 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) like a Klan
Clap niggas, OD'ing with two Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock teeth out if I ever swing
Tiger Woods; one hook a (hooker) you lose everything
Let it ring, gauge
From out a a pellet can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You better bat back or your get stabbed at
rib, I'll slash that
I'll switch places with the blade, I'm a act
Get at, through the cross hair I'm lining up the pole
Then I zero in on one (zero end on one), that's code
I take yo' and use it against you
Fuck Leonidas, if I squeeze the tightest, roaming (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 night I wished him back out the dead
I always said I'd get them niggas back... my name Twork, that mean I put in work behind every action I said
And growing up, gang violence was always a red flag to me; couldn't wrap my head around it, and then I took this red flag and wrapped it 'round my head
This shit
This time around I'm on some whole other rap
If I gotta pull the then I clap it
Tragic, I'm in with the ratchets
You don't get clapped in a 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 tense, put you in the past tense, I'm shaking your pride
You can't possibly be knowin' none of this shit you state in your rhymes
You see how easy it was for me to find the place you
You niggas really be G's (Bee Gees)? Try Staying Alive
I wait in my prime, I don't know how enemies I got, it's too many
I til they present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an opp' or two, Nitty (opportunity)
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I should have been his shit
left shells in one Cake, don't get lost in the mix!
Watch your motherfucking words, nigga make the 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 now it'll save his life
No?
Well I get this nigga in blue 42, you take a hike
You not Rum
I put every nigga in the Fourth down, he went for it like he not finna
I line men (linemen) up, you try to rush? My whole block finna
Then the Quarter (quarterback) gettin' a shotgun; he don't even get the option to run
I'll his life for real
Dome shot the Insane Crip, the steel
Hit a nigga from 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress
You get the picture? Nitty
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 chrome
You try to Jet, I'll let the Tom' lend son (Tomlinson) out the old Charger
I'm outside his home stalkin', caught him and his chick
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, around and got his bitch bodied
with the [?] and it's 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)
on the weapon
You was talking all that racist shit to Iron Solomon? I'm bout to Nitty and teach a lesson
your mom sister...
You was talking like you hate Jews, and now they gotta get your auntie some (antisemitics)
I don't give him a chance to get better, I'm on the rooftop letting go from a distance
Then jet after the smoke a chemtrail; they won't even have a cloud of suspicion
I'm from down in the
And my goons at the house where bitch is
Choppers gon make that a area
We even pad the 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 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 Die Alone