Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty mimics Twork's signature and hand gestures}
I what you bout to do, really
{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 Nitty versus... I'll yo big ass
Put a in you, lay you down crippled
The I pull 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 clapped up
It 12, and this the final mil (meal)... who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW, a shot
ducking from it, all the opps scared
They set you up, you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you won't here
Remain king, and I'ma (rain) until I'm god-tier (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 could switch the mood: you can't label a nigga without a body experienced... look at it from a different
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
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, you boiled down if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a you should not cross
Lockjaw, whip you when the Glock draw
Over the head the handle do him dirty... then throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot
You can see these
You booked a fight with the boxer from Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep your eyes down you tryna fight
On God, don't look back, you'll get assaulted... 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?"
I get Five X'd with the .9, why (5x, 9y)? You ain't getting by no mil' (binomial)
A steel
I'll pull a MAC with the light on Twork; Dollar Bill
Beretta to his
Set tripping like "How you Blood?"
BOW, you never going home!
You ain't for real right? Well keep it real me
Niggas be 3 minutes over the limit cause they fear Nitty, bitch
You keep it real yourself, suicide or-
{Twork off Nitty's slogan}
1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo!
rappers wild pussy
Niggas doing my style cause they style iffy
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'
Cal' spitting, even can go
You know... "bounce me, bounce-" you gon' grab your partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen Jerooz bout Verb?
I'm 'bout to take this one to the grave, you got my
Drive-by, chopper out the GMC, I shoot out the
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 wait to spin (spend) it, 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, shit vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, y'all done put me in a weird
Thought I was gonna show up with no rounds? Cool
I'm you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go down smooth
I damn tools, lift a tool
Nigga nervous, got him bullets, and he gon' get it too
I squeeze two, you drop your pen, I through
[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you don't know where that lead (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Blood gang member
lift up
{Scuffle breaks
Let's raise the
Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the sound; 'Amazing
I'm in your hometown rollin'
Hop out holdin' pounds, pistol
I ain't stopping 'til it's a (Nitti) beat; 'It's 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
Chest shot, BOW... big ass Epcot
I'm rambunctious, the can
Shotgun lift you off feet, that slam dunk shit
{Shotgun Suge jumps in and on Nitty}
a damn flunkie, nigga your time is soon to come
You seen what happened to Exclusiv Vodka? What you think 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 snap at any moment
I did the salsa; I'm
Too seasoned,
Little blade, (poke-ito)
Mint condition, cut you to the white, mojito
Jersey!
[Round 2: Rum
End up with a bust
Little Hawk, something small slammin'; Webb!
dunks on Twork}
I'm straight to it, no time to
I'll put you in it for tryna find
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 how I'm workin'
You all done, and soon as I warm up zippin' over Jersey
Infinite, can't see the
A cold piece, I'ma OD, wash you, that's shit
Shells out on the floor when I'm peeling it
in the hoodie, then 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 (deaf); like Beethoven
Bang on him, the first round bust like Greg
I hit Ryda 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, letting the off out the window; Lorena Bobbitt
Stainless clock him, this a break 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; 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 autopsy
You compare the bars, stop 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 hooptie 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 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 ship, back stabbed his clique
You know the code, ain't no back if you switch
I'll blade his neck, got him gasping and shit
Then slash 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 with a steel .50 I roam up
Hold it an old grudge
Cause we don't let shit pass (Passover), I'll 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 keep it real yourself
Nigga or I'll do the job, you decide... kill yourself
[Round 2: Nu Jerzey
I yo
You awful
I mean, we both talk clips often
But you so fucking 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?
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 your landmarks
Dual revolvers in the streets, we do a standoff
I'm really Piru, was 'Never Too Much'; Vandross
He ain't no Crip-
{Rum throws a C in Twork's
BOW, I blew his off!
spark, this shit about to pop
I don't 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, fuck 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 bend a block
Sit, plot, watch, I'm in position
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 I pull up with a 'Lemon'
Dippin', pass the crib, stickin' out
You wanted Twork? Well now some holes (hoes) in his house
I found the road to house, and all it took was one to tell
I know about your sister [...], I know your son [...]
in peace to mama [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack pulls an intermission for seven minutes}
2 cont.]
I know every street, every route, and I was hunting for
GPS freezing up, but I'm still stuck in my ways (Waze)
They found this boy split open, thin on the salmon joint
I left blood on the of the knife; but that's beside the point
These harmless in a fight
All these fucking vets on cam' fronting for fans, but behind closed doors they always be polite
Tryna offer me
In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 'Don't Believe the
I gave y'all moments! I had to come out the 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
rotatin'
Suicide or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a
soul appointed
I commit a and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? Hold your
Heaven's waiting, watching
popped him
Funeral, casket, frail
Choirs with the (hems) wide; bell-bottoms
He in from the Llama too
Bigger .9 the
Add em (atom) bonded together, that's a
I got the option to blast the
Trigger itching, don't make any rash decisions
The mag extended, this gon' be a tragic
I the clip
Put you down by 30, ain't no back from this... death is it (deficit)
You play tough? Til I hold the gun straight up
And he run, up
Moving slow as molasses, already see what Rum of
He we annihilate
I'm the Town, you ain't peep the crime rate?
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) your body, Freaky Friday
You play?

[Round 3: Rum
You ain't no gangsta, know it
a thief, the "type work" you put in for your name, we don't condone it
You wrestled bitch for a purse - grabbed, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I know this
You out here widdit
You ain't lurking, purging, you taking purses, so I'ma reverse the
I got the to get him
Smack flew me in from Phoenix to book a Jersey
You I'm finna shoot
Bullets going in his
Brandy, Monica, if these hit the boy, his mind ('Boy Is Mine') get torn the two
Nigga move, watch your or get a gun in yours
Fuck you think I em for?
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 Sager, I keep a loud Blazer
Play me, clap you bitches
I'll put you in the trunk and whoever amp you in it
manager 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, 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 two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock your teeth out if I swing
Tiger Woods; one hook a (hooker) you lose everything
Let it ring, large
From out a buckshot a can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You better bat back or necked get stabbed at
rib, I'll slash that
I'll switch places with the blade, I'm a act
Get clapped at, the cross hair I'm lining up the pole
Then I 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 (Roman) through Jerusalem temple
BOW...kill
3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo
When I was eleven years old a Hoover Crip killed my uncle Flip... night I wished him back from out the dead
I always said I'd get them niggas back... my name Twork, that I put in work behind every action that I said
And growing up, gang violence was always a red to me; couldn't quite wrap my head around it, and then I took 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
Just crematures in a 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 past tense, I'm shaking your
You can't possibly be knowin' none of this gangster shit you in your rhymes
You see how easy it was for me to find the you reside?
You niggas wanna be G's (Bee Gees)? Try Staying Alive
I wait in my prime, I don't know how many enemies I got, it's too
I wait til they present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an or two, Nitty (opportunity)
[Crowd Steams!

Steams that too
I should have been tossing his
Already left shells in one Cake, get lost in the mix!
Watch motherfucking words, nigga make the right moves
I rap it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a name-your-price tool
name your price
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 for it like he not finna punt
I line men (linemen) up, you try to rush? My block finna come
Then the back (quarterback) gettin' a shotgun; he don't even get the option to run
I'll take his for real
Dome shot the Crip, light the steel
Hit a nigga from 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress
You get the picture? Nitty
Suwooping, I'm with the
In all red 2Pac with the paparazzi; I'm a spitting image
no reasonin' in that
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 lend son (Tomlinson) somethin' out the old Charger
I'm outside his stalkin', caught him and his chick vibin'
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bitch
TEC-9 with the [?] and it's led astray, but misguided (miss got it)
SIG firing, we tools
My uncle was a Civil War vet, serial still on [?] too
Had the old number too, what my uncle drew (Uncle Drew)
on the weapon
You was talking all that racist shit to Iron I'm bout to school Nitty and teach a lesson
your mom sister...
You was talking like you hate Jews, and now 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 chemtrail; they won't even have a of suspicion
I'm down in the trenches
And my goons at the house your bitch is
Choppers gon make a loud area
We even pad the walls; I told em if she make a sound, bury her (sound barrier)
bout to blow
I'm taking Cornell on an Arizona Grand Canyon trip and he petrified to go
You gon' your family? We don't even gotta sever ties at home
I throw you all off the den, Powell (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die Alone