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 down
The shit I 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 back out a big
BOW, BOW, get you up relentless
It hold 12, and this the mil (meal)... who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW, a shot
They ducking from it, all the opps
set you up, threw you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you won't here
Remain king, and I'ma reign (rain) I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo full of Glocks and shells, chops and 12s
I see you a lot about guns, it ain't 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 from a view
War time, I slide through the scene, leave wet up
Winchester, on, hopping out the V For Vendetta
Lil nigga, grabbin' on the pole
This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand the coat
I'll clap you the go
Smack know I suffer from anxiety... this my third (Valium) in a row
Cold, swing on me and peel (pill) one
Scorching round, leave you boiled down if you try to (distill) Rum
Top dog, a nigga you should not
Lockjaw, pistol whip you when the draw
Over the head the handle do him dirty... then throw a round of Jerzey like Hot Sauce
You can see these
You booked a fight with the from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, your eyes down unless you tryna fight
On God, don't back, you'll 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 on you like, "You Slime 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 Twork; Dollar
to his dome
Set like "How you turn Blood?"
BOW, you ain't going home!
You ain't for right? Well keep it real with me
Niggas be 3 minutes over the time limit cause they Nitty, bitch
You can't keep it real yourself, or-
{Twork cuts off Nitty's
1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo!
rappers wild pussy
Niggas always doing my style they style iffy
This nigga did the and the "bow"... til he get hit with the loud .50
And a Lil' BOW... Wow! You gon' '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 Jerooz bout with Verb?
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, press down on a do not disturb!
This absurd, hot revolver, ready to load 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 it, then the lead 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 shit vodka, I got a shot!
BOW, y'all done put me in a weird
Thought I was gonna show up with no rounds? Cool
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go down
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 breeze
[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you don't know that could lead (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Piru Blood gang
Thing up
{Scuffle breaks
Let's the stakes
Razor blade, *fft*, how the sound; 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in hometown rollin' 'round
Hop out pounds, pistol whip
I ain't stopping 'til it's a Nitty (Nitti) beat; Going Down'
I hold the crown, so even if you not a fan, niggas been getting washed in Jersey, like Mann
TEC pop, pull to the side; stop
shot, BOW... big ass round; Epcot
I'm rambunctious, the can
Shotgun lift you off feet, that slam dunk shit
{Shotgun Suge jumps in and on Nitty}
You's a damn flunkie, nigga your time is soon to
You seen happened to Exclusiv Vodka? What you think they gon' do with Rum?
Ruger dump... every round you callin' out K Shine man, I'm doing this for the hood
I'm on son, Shine ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it feel good?
I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a
Madness! I could snap at any
I did the I'm bilingual
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, small slammin'; 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 Wyatt Earp
.9 burst... y'all said he was gon beat me to
Y'all right... *chk chk*... he first!
It's a how I'm workin'
You all done, and soon as I up they zippin' over Jersey
Infinite, see the penmanship
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, then the cases drop... Zimmerman
BOW, I get you out bad
I don't give a fuck if you six foot, seven foot... the come out fast!
And this K loaded got on it
Stay smokin', it's an instrument of (deaf); like 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, Drugz (off of drugs); once you see 12, step!
No way to it
Drive-by, the chop 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 from the side view; Was the Same
run you out your lane
We all poppin', but when y'all stallin', I'm the one that 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 it, tryna do you dirty, cuz
In a hooptie up
He 'Faneto'; I'm riding through New York... finna go and Nu Jerzey up
Tell him come try it, more one dyin'
Slide, I'm shady with the Tom (time);
Gun fire, put a bullet in you, then BLAOW, BLAOW... it a be more in (B-more and Jersey); Gun Titles
Your man ship, back stabbed his clique
You know the code, ain't no coming if you switch
I'll razor blade his neck, got him and shit
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
it like an old grudge
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 deuces;
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 just so fucking one-dimensional, every line, your grips
I this nigga, "I'll bury you 6 feet deep, or put your body where the fish swarming"
How this bitch it?
or lakes (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 your landmarks
Dual revolvers in the streets, we do a standoff
I'm really Piru, was 'Never Too Luther Vandross
He ain't no Crip-
{Rum a C in Twork's face}
BOW, I blew his off!
Can' spark, this 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 em and started dishing out the shots?
Nigga only 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 bullets in the
This (N.E.R.D.) dropping, I tell my driver, "Wait a minute", and then I pull up with a 'Lemon'
Dippin', pass the crib, stickin' out
You wanted Twork? now there's some 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 about son [...]
Rest in peace to [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu intermission for seven
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 boy split open, thin blade on the salmon joint
I left on the edge of the knife; but that's beside the point
These harmless in a fight
All these fucking vets on cam' fronting for y'all fans, but behind closed doors they be polite
Tryna offer me
In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 'Don't Believe the
I y'all moments! I had to come out the hood first
I had enough of that, chop in (choppin') the trunk like a lumberjack, this shit out the wood works
I no takers, chrome, stainless
Revolver
or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a no-brainer
Your appointed
I a murder and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? Hold horses
waiting, Hell's watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, frail
Choirs with the hymns (hems) wide;
He in solitude 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, 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 slow as molasses, already see Rum made of
He know we
I'm from the Town, you ain't peep the crime
your fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) your daughter body, Friday
You play?

[Round 3: Rum
You no gangsta, niggas know it
Yous a thief, the "type work" you put in for your name, we condone it
You wrestled that bitch for a purse - grabbed, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I know
You out thirsty widdit
You lurking, purging, you taking purses, so I'ma reverse the feelin'
I got the to get him
Smack flew me in from Phoenix to book a nigga
You I'm finna shoot
Bullets going in his
Brandy, Monica, if these hit the boy, his ('Boy Is Mine') get torn between the two
Nigga move, your mouth or get a gun in yours
you think I tuck em for?
Cross the line, I'll pull a on both sides; tug of war
My niggas dangerous, .50 cal' banging
I'm talking bout shooters like Craig Sager, I a loud Blazer
Play me, I'll you bitches
I'll put you in the and whoever else amp you in it
manager get this 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 cannot die; I'm a
Two poles busting, emergency room rush you
Soon as the doc holla (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you know a comin'
Who want it? I'm a gripper
Point it (pointed) at the top of the hood, I cut out (eye cutout) like a Klan member
Clap niggas, OD'ing two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I your teeth out if I ever swing
Tiger one hook a (hooker) make you lose everything
Let it ring, gauge
From out a buckshot a pellet can fly (pelican fly);
You bat back or your necked get stabbed at
rib, I'll slash that
I'll switch places the blade, I'm a class act
Get clapped at, the cross hair I'm lining up the pole
Then I zero in on one (zero end on one), that's code
I yo' shit and use it against you
Fuck Leonidas, if I squeeze the tightest, lead roaming (Roman) Jerusalem temple
BOW...kill
3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo
When I was eleven years old a Hoover Crip killed my Flip... every night 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 violence was always a red flag to me; couldn't quite wrap my head around it, and then I this red flag and wrapped it 'round my head
shit madness
This time around I'm on some whole other rap
If I gotta pull the chrome then I it
Tragic, I'm in Arizona the ratchets
You don't get in a coma or a casket
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 possibly be knowin' 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 Alive
I wait in my prime, I 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 been his shit
Already left shells in one Cake, get lost in the mix!
Watch your motherfucking words, nigga make the right
I rap with it on me; flow (Flo) the thing, I got a name-your-price tool
Nigga name 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 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) gettin' a shotgun; he 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 picture? Nitty
Suwooping, I'm with the
In all red like 2Pac with the I'm a spitting image
It's no in that
He know Piru "Crip" in reverse, but the C is on his
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', him and his chick vibin'
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bodied
with the [?] and it's led astray, but your misguided (miss got it)
SIG firing, we dumpin'
My uncle was a War vet, serial still on [?] musket too
Had the old too, that's what my uncle drew (Uncle Drew)
Hand on the
You was all that racist shit to Iron Solomon? I'm bout to school Nitty and teach a lesson
your mom sister...
You was like you hate Jews, and now they gotta get your auntie some medics (antisemitics)
I don't give him a chance to get better, I'm on the rooftop letting go rounds from a
Then jet after the smoke like a chemtrail; they won't even have a cloud of
I'm down in the trenches
And my goons at the house your bitch is
Choppers gon make that a loud
We even pad the walls; I told em if she make a sound, bury her (sound barrier)
bout to blow
I'm taking Powell on an Arizona Grand Canyon trip and he petrified to go
You gon' miss your family? We even gotta sever ties at home
I throw you all off the cliff den, Powell (Clifton Powell), Never Die Alone