Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty mimics Twork's bounce and hand gestures}
I know what you bout to do,
{Screaming} "I got the tool me!
Leave? You won't get a chance... shit a drop an opp or two, Nitty (opportunity)! BOW!"
We got Rum Nitty versus... clap yo big ass
Put a in you, lay you down crippled
The I pull out nickel
pistol, the cal clip 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 mil (meal)... who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW, a shot
They ducking from it, all the opps
They set you up, threw you inside the hot
my spot, you won't 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 a lot about guns, it ain't hard to tell
You talk it well... but the shit I pull out'll body experienced (out-of-body experience) niggas; you watch yourself!
And I could 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, on, hopping out the V For Vendetta
Lil nigga, grabbin' on the pole
This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand the coat
clap you from the go
Smack know I suffer anxiety... this my third Volume (Valium) in a row
Cold, on me and I'ma peel (pill) one
Scorching round, leave you down if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a you should not cross
Lockjaw, whip you when the Glock draw
Over the the handle do him dirty... then throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot Sauce
You can see these
You booked a fight with the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat
The hot type, keep your eyes down you tryna fight
On God, look back, you'll get assaulted... like Lot's wife
I did him
Before I kill him first, put the stick to yourself like an introvert
purge, the clip hold 30, and I'll put the whole number into Jerz' (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 steel
I'll pull a MAC the green light on Twork; Dollar Bill
to his dome
Set tripping "How you turn Blood?"
BOW, you ain't never home!
You ain't for right? Well keep it real with me
Niggas be 3 minutes over the time limit cause fear Nitty, bitch
You can't keep it real yourself, or-
{Twork cuts off slogan}
[Round 1: Nu Jerzey
I yo!
These wild pussy
Niggas always doing my style cause they 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'
spitting, even Rich can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you gon' your partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen Jerooz with 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 absurd, hot revolver, ready to load it and pop it
Just got it, can't 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 chk* fresh out the shop
Fuck Rum, this vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, y'all done put me in a spot
Thought I was gonna 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
Nigga nervous, got him sweating bullets, and he get it too
I squeeze two, you drop your pen, I breeze
[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you know where that could lead (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Piru gang member
lift up
{Scuffle out}
Let's raise the
Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in your hometown rollin'
Hop out holdin' pounds, 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 getting washed in Jersey, like Juwanna Mann
TEC pop, to the side; rest 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 flunkie, nigga your time 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 for the hood
I'm walking on son, Shine ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it feel
I'm Strapped In! clap you in a coma
Madness! I could at any moment
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 head
Hawk, something small slammin'; Spud Webb!
{Nitty dunks on
I'm to it, no time to converse
I'll put you in it for find dirt
Desert in the old western like Earp
.9 burst... said he was gon beat me to death?
Y'all right... *chk chk*... he first!
It's a difference how I'm
You all done, and soon as I warm up they zippin' Jersey
Infinite, can't see the
A piece, I'ma OD, wash you, that's Whitney shit
Shells jumpin' out on the floor I'm peeling it
in the hoodie, then 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 loaded got on it
Stay smokin', it's an instrument of death (deaf); Beethoven
Bang on him, the first round bust Greg Oden
I hit with a Kel-TEC
Jakk get a next
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 crack inside the hood;
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 when y'all stallin', I'm the one that remains at the autopsy
You compare the bars, stop it
Them ain't enough... you have to rig 'em or this (rigor mortis) gon' be a hard body
I'm out wit' it, tryna do you dirty, cuz
In a swerving up
He 'Faneto'; I'm riding New York... finna go and shoot Nu Jerzey up
Tell him come try it, 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
Your man jumpin' ship, stabbed his clique
You know the code, ain't no coming back if you
I'll razor his neck, got him gasping and shit
Then another on him quick
Roc a give him that seat belt treatment, he'll never be strapped in again!
You get no love, I load up with a .50 when I roam up
Hold it like an old
Cause we don't let shit pass over (Passover), I'll it to your door, Blood
If you lack respect, then I'm at neck
Fuck a gun king, I'm the GOAT with these deuces; Baphomet
You keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or do the job, you decide... kill yourself
2: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo
You just
I mean, we talk about clips often
But you just so fucking one-dimensional, line, your grips sparkin'
I this nigga, "I'll bury you 6 feet 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 to win this by a big margin (margarine)
SIG Sauer, I come to the Insanes and move your
revolvers in the streets, we gon' do a standoff
I'm really Piru, was 'Never Too Much'; Luther
He no motherfucking Crip-
{Rum throws a C in face}
BOW, I his hand off!
spark, this shit about to pop
I don't wanna hear none of that NWX Goonies shit... you been since you got in here, you can't tell me shit about my stock
You went to Homi, left the Writers, said fuck em and started dishing out the shots?
Nigga only reason you got is cause you been around the Bloque (block)
Drive-by, I got experience, bend around a block
Sit, plot, watch, I'm looking in
Squeeze, sitting on my lap, I stuffed the bullets in the
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 some holes (hoes) in his house
I found the to your house, and all it took was one to tell
I know your sister [...], I know about your son [...]
in peace to mama [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack an impromptu intermission for seven minutes}
2 cont.]
I know every street, every route, and I was for days
GPS kept freezing up, but I'm still in my ways (Waze)
They found this boy split open, thin blade on the salmon
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 always be
offer me advice
In private, friend; public, (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 shit came out the works
I no takers, chrome, stainless
Revolver
or I'll 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 your
waiting, Hell's watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, body
with the hymns (hems) wide; bell-bottoms
He in solitude from the too
.9 the tool
Add em (atom) together, that's a molecule
I got the to blast the Smith&'
finger itching, don't make any rash decisions
The mag extended, this gon' be a endin'
I stretch the
Put you down by 30, ain't no coming back from this... is it (deficit)
You wanna tough? Til I hold the gun straight up
And he run, up
Moving slow as molasses, already see what Rum of
He know we
I'm from the Town, you ain't peep the crime
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) your daughter body, Freaky
You play?

[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 for a purse - grabbed, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I know this
You out here widdit
You lurking, purging, you taking purses, so I'ma reverse the feelin'
I got the to get him
flew 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
Nigga move, watch your mouth or get a gun in
Fuck you I tuck em for?
Cross the line, I'll a grip on both sides; tug of war
My niggas wild dangerous, .50 banging
I'm talking bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a loud
Play me, I'll clap you
put you in the trunk and whoever else amp you in it
Your manager get MAC I'm gripping
BOW, a bullet go through Rome and (Roman) ruins half the
You see how I'm
Damn near every line hit, I die; I'm a Highlander
Two poles busting, emergency they rush you
Soon as the doc holla (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you know a comin'
Who want it? I'm a gripper
it (pointed) at the top of the hood, then I cut out (eye cutout) like a Klan member
Clap niggas, with two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock your 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 or your necked get stabbed at
Your rib, I'll that
I'll places with the blade, I'm a class act
Get clapped at, through the hair I'm lining 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 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 from out the
I always said I'd get them niggas back... my name Twork, that mean I put in work behind every 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 this red flag and wrapped it 'round my head
This madness
time around I'm on some whole other rap shit
If I gotta pull the chrome then I it
Tragic, I'm in Arizona with the
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 rose the ashes (arose from the ashes)
I'm past tense, put you in the past tense, I'm 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 niggas wanna be G's (Bee Gees)? Try Staying Alive
I wait in my prime, I don't know how many I got, it's too many
I wait til they present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an or two, Nitty (opportunity)
member] Steams!

Steams that too
I should have been tossing his
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) 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 went for it he not finna punt
I line men (linemen) up, you try to rush? My whole finna come
Then the Quarter back (quarterback) gettin' a shotgun; he even get the option to run
take his life for real
Dome shot the Crip, light the steel
Hit a nigga 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress Hill
You get the picture? Nitty
Suwooping, I'm the business
In all red like 2Pac with the 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, I'll let the 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, around and got his bitch bodied
TEC-9 with the [?] and it's led astray, but your (miss got it)
SIG firing, we tools
My was a Civil War vet, serial still on [?] musket too
Had the old number too, that's my uncle drew (Uncle Drew)
Hand on the
You was talking all that shit to Iron Solomon? I'm bout to school Nitty and teach a lesson
your mom sister...
You was talking like you 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 from in the trenches
And my goons at the house where your is
Choppers gon that a loud area
We even pad the walls; I em if she even make a sound, bury her (sound barrier)
Beretta bout to
I'm taking Cornell Powell on an Arizona Grand trip and he petrified to go
You gon' miss your family? We don't even gotta ties at home
I you all off the cliff den, Powell (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die Alone