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 to do, really
"I got the tool with me!
Leave? You won't get a chance... this shit a drop an opp or two, (opportunity)! BOW!"
We got Rum Nitty versus... I'll yo big ass
Put a round in you, lay you down
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 that a BOW you
BOW, I back out a big
BOW, BOW, get you clapped up
It hold 12, and this the final mil (meal)... who Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW, a flare
They ducking it, all the opps scared
set you up, threw you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you won't survive
Remain king, and reign (rain) until I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo rounds full of Glocks and shells, 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 better yourself!
And I could switch the mood: you can't label a nigga a body experienced... look at it from a different 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 me with a hand inside the coat
I'll you from the go
Smack know I suffer from anxiety... my third 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 you should 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 comin'
You booked a with the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep eyes down unless you tryna fight
On God, don't look back, get assaulted... like Lot's wife
I did him
Before I 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 on you like, "You Slime 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 pull a MAC with the green light on Twork; Dollar
Beretta to his
Set tripping like "How you Blood?"
BOW, you never going home!
You ain't for real right? Well keep it with me
Niggas be 3 over the time limit cause they fear Nitty, bitch
You keep it real yourself, suicide or-
{Twork off Nitty's slogan}
1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo!
These wild pussy
always doing my style cause they style iffy
This nigga did the and the "bow"... til he get hit with the loud .50
And that's a Lil' BOW... Wow! You gon' 'Bounce Me'
Cal' spitting, Rich can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you gon' grab partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen Jerooz bout 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
Just got it, can't wait to spin (spend) it, this shit burning a hole in my
load it and cock 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 here with no rounds?
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go down
I damn tools, lift a tool
Nigga nervous, got him bullets, and he gon' get it too
I squeeze two, you drop pen, I breeze through
[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you don't know where that could (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Piru Blood gang
lift up
{Scuffle out}
raise the stakes
Razor blade, *fft*, how the sound; 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in your hometown rollin'
Hop out holdin' pounds, whip
I ain't stopping 'til a Nitty (Nitti) beat; 'It's Going Down'
I hold the crown, so even if you not a fan, niggas been getting in Jersey, like Juwanna Mann
TEC pop, pull to the side; stop
shot, BOW... big ass round; Epcot
I'm rambunctious, the can
lift you off your feet, that slam dunk shit
{Shotgun jumps in and dunks 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 doing this for the hood
I'm walking on son, ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it feel good?
I'm Strapped In! I'll clap you in a
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, mojito
Jersey!
[Round 2: Rum
End up with a head
Little Hawk, something slammin'; Spud Webb!
{Nitty dunks on
I'm straight to it, no to converse
I'll put you in it for find dirt
Desert in the old western like Wyatt
.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 up they zippin' over Jersey
Infinite, see the penmanship
A cold piece, I'ma OD, wash you, 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 fuck if you six foot, seven foot... the guns 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 like Greg Oden
I hit with a Kel-TEC
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 him, this shit a break 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
I'll run you out lane
We all poppin', but when y'all stallin', I'm the one that remains at the table;
You can't compare the bars, it
Them ain't enough... you gon' have to rig 'em or (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 through New York... finna go and shoot Nu up
Tell him come try it, more than one
Slide, I'm shady 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, back stabbed his
You know the code, no coming back if you switch
I'll razor blade his neck, got him gasping and
Then another slash on him
Then Roc a give him seat belt treatment, he'll never be strapped in again!
You get no love, I load up a steel .50 when I roam up
Hold it like an old
Cause we don't let shit pass (Passover), I'll bring it to your door, Blood
If you lack respect, then I'm at your
Fuck a gun king, I'm the GOAT with these deuces; Baphomet
You can't it real yourself
Nigga or I'll do the job, you decide... kill yourself
[Round 2: Nu Jerzey
I yo
You just
I mean, we both about clips often
But you just so fucking one-dimensional, every line, grips sparkin'
I tell nigga, "I'll bury 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 about nothing but a stick (butter stick), I'm 'bout to win by a big margin (margarine)
SIG Sauer, I to the Insanes and move your landmarks
Dual in the streets, we gon' 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 shit to pop
I don't wanna hear none of that NWX Goonies shit... you been crew-jumping 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 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 the bullets in the Smith&'
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, pole out
You wanted Twork? Well now there's holes (hoes) in his house
I found the road to your house, and all it was one to tell
I know about your sister [...], I know your son [...]
Rest in peace to [...]
{Fight breaks out, pulls 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 this boy split open, thin blade on the salmon joint
I left blood on the edge of the knife; but that's the point
These niggas harmless in a
All these fucking vets on cam' fronting for y'all fans, but behind closed they always be polite
Tryna offer me
In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 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 wood
I no takers, chrome, stainless
rotatin'
Suicide or I'll do the job? Headshot, was a no-brainer
Your appointed
I commit a and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all me to be stable? Hold your horses
Heaven's waiting, Hell's
Shell him
Funeral, casket, frail
Choirs with the hymns (hems) bell-bottoms
He in solitude the Llama too
Bigger .9 the
Add em (atom) together, that's a molecule
I got the option to the Smith&'
Trigger finger itching, make any rash decisions
The mag extended, this gon' be a tragic
I the clip
Put you down by 30, ain't no coming from 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 ain't peep the crime
your fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) your daughter body, Freaky
You tryn'

[Round 3: Rum
You ain't no gangsta, niggas 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, the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I know this
You out thirsty widdit
You ain't lurking, purging, you 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, watch your or get a gun in yours
Fuck you I tuck em for?
Cross the line, I'll pull a grip on sides; tug of war
My wild dangerous, .50 cal' banging
I'm bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a loud Blazer
Play me, I'll clap you
I'll put you in the trunk and whoever amp you in it
manager get this MAC I'm gripping
BOW, a bullet go through Rome and (Roman) ruins the building
You see how I'm
near every line hit, I cannot die; I'm a Highlander
Two poles busting, emergency room they you
Soon as the doc holla (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you know a comin'
Who want it? I'm a can'
Point it (pointed) at the top of the hood, then I cut out (eye cutout) like a 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) make you everything
Let it ring, gauge
From out a a pellet can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You better bat back or your necked get at
Your rib, slash that
switch places with the blade, I'm a class act
Get clapped at, through the cross hair I'm lining up the
I zero in on one (zero end on one), that's binary code
I yo' shit and use it against you
Fuck Leonidas, if I squeeze the tightest, lead roaming (Roman) through Jerusalem
BOW...kill
[Round 3: Nu Jerzey
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 that I said
And growing up, gang 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 head
shit madness
This around I'm on some whole other rap shit
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
Just crematures in a vase in Phoenix
Cause if I gotta fire birds, all you a get is a rose from the (arose from the ashes)
I'm past tense, put you in the 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 you reside?
You really wanna be G's (Bee Gees)? Try Staying Alive
I wait in my prime, I don't know how many enemies I got, too many
I wait til they present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an or two, Nitty (opportunity)
[Crowd Steams!

Steams that too
I should have tossing his shit
Already shells in one Cake, don't get lost in the mix!
Watch your motherfucking words, nigga make the right
I rap with it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a name-your-price
Nigga name your
I'll put the .40 on your manager, if you laugh now save his life
No?
Well I get this nigga in 42, you better take a hike
You not Rum
I put every nigga in the Fourth down, he went for it like he not punt
I line men (linemen) up, you try to rush? My block finna come
Then the Quarter (quarterback) gettin' a shotgun; he don't even get the option to run
I'll take his life for
Dome shot the Insane Crip, light the
Hit a nigga from 'Insane In The Membrane'; Hill
You get the Nitty trippin'
Suwooping, I'm the business
In all red like 2Pac with the I'm a spitting image
It's no reasonin' in
He know "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' son (Tomlinson) somethin' out the old Charger
I'm outside his stalkin', caught him and his chick vibin'
Big .9 spit, to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bitch bodied
TEC-9 with the [?] and it's led astray, but misguided (miss got it)
SIG firing, we dumpin'
My uncle was a Civil War vet, serial on [?] musket too
Had the old too, that's what my uncle drew (Uncle Drew)
on the weapon
You was talking all that racist shit to Iron Solomon? I'm bout to school Nitty and teach a
Headshot 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 letting go rounds from a distance
Then jet after the smoke like a they won't even have a cloud of suspicion
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 told em if she even make a sound, her (sound barrier)
Beretta bout to
I'm taking Cornell Powell on an Arizona Canyon trip and he petrified to go
You gon' miss your We don't even gotta sever ties at home
I throw you all off the cliff den, Powell (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die