Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty mimics Twork's bounce and hand gestures}
I what you bout to do, really
{Screaming} "I got the with me!
Leave? You won't get a chance... shit a drop 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 I pull out nickel
pistol, the cal clip you
Praying Buddhist; you doing all this BOW-ing, now you (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
They ducking from it, all the scared
They set you up, threw you inside the hot
my spot, you won't survive here
Remain king, and reign (rain) until I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo rounds of Glocks and shells, chops and 12s
I see you know a lot about guns, it ain't hard to
You talk it well... but the shit I pull out'll body experienced (out-of-body experience) niggas; you better yourself!
And I switch the mood: you can't label a nigga without 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, stay on the pole
This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand the coat
I'll clap you the go
know I suffer from 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, pistol whip you the Glock draw
Over the head the do him dirty... then throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot Sauce
You can see comin'
You booked a with the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep your down unless 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 stick to yourself 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 X'd with 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 like "How you turn Blood?"
BOW, you never going home!
You ain't for real right? keep it real with me
Niggas be 3 over the time limit cause they fear Nitty, bitch
You can't keep it real yourself, or-
{Twork off Nitty's slogan}
[Round 1: Nu Twork]
I yo!
rappers wild pussy
Niggas always doing my style cause 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'
Cal' spitting, Rich can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you grab your partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen Jerooz bout with
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 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 it and cock it, then the lead pop
Or we can do this MAC to MAC, like an airdrop
Nah, old sniper rifle *chk chk* fresh out the repair
Fuck Rum, this vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, y'all put me in a weird spot
Thought I was gonna up here with no rounds? Cool
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... ain't about to go down smooth
I blow damn tools, a tool
nervous, got him sweating bullets, and he gon' get it too
I squeeze two, you your pen, I breeze through
[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you don't know where could lead (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Blood gang member
lift up
{Scuffle breaks
raise the stakes
Razor blade, *fft*, how the sound; 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in hometown rollin' 'round
Hop out pounds, pistol whip
I stopping 'til it's a Nitty (Nitti) beat; 'It's Going Down'
I hold the crown, so even if you not a fan, niggas been getting washed in Jersey, Juwanna Mann
TEC pop, pull to the side; stop
Chest shot, BOW... big ass Epcot
I'm rambunctious, the can
Shotgun lift you off your feet, that slam shit
Suge jumps in and dunks on Nitty}
You's a damn flunkie, nigga your time is to come
You what happened to Exclusiv Vodka? What you think they gon' do with Rum?
Ruger dump... round you callin' out K Shine man, I'm only doing this for the hood
I'm walking on son, ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it feel good?
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!
2: Rum Nitty]
End up with a head
Hawk, something small slammin'; Spud Webb!
{Nitty dunks on
I'm straight to it, no time to
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
right... *chk chk*... he died first!
It's a difference how I'm
You all done, and soon as I warm up they over Jersey
Infinite, see the penmanship
A cold piece, I'ma OD, wash you, that's Whitney
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
smokin', it's an instrument of death (deaf); like Beethoven
Bang on him, the first round like Greg Oden
I hit Ryda with a
get a shell next
Then I make you an offer, Drugz (off of drugs); you see this 12, step!
No way to it
Drive-by, the chop off out the window; Lorena Bobbitt
Stainless clock him, this shit a break your face, I
Gun butt, it crack the hood; Reaganomics
Pop him, gun up to his
BLAOW, the Drake from the side view; Nothing Was the Same
I'll run you out lane
We all poppin', but when stallin', I'm the one that remains at the table; autopsy
You can't 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 hooptie up
He I'm riding through 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, then BLAOW, BLAOW... it a be more in Jerzey (B-more and Jersey); Gun
Your man jumpin' ship, stabbed his clique
You know the code, no coming back if you switch
I'll blade his neck, got him gasping and shit
Then another on him quick
Then Roc a give him that seat belt treatment, 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 don't let shit pass over (Passover), bring it to your door, Blood
If you lack respect, then I'm at your
Fuck a gun line king, I'm the GOAT with these Baphomet
You can't it real yourself
suicide 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 just so fucking one-dimensional, every line, your grips
I tell this nigga, "I'll bury you 6 feet deep, or put your body the fish swarming"
How bitch want it?
or lakes (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 landmarks
Dual revolvers in the streets, we do a standoff
I'm really Piru, was 'Never Too Much'; Vandross
He ain't no motherfucking
{Rum throws a C in face}
BOW, I his hand off!
Can' spark, this shit to pop
I don't wanna hear none of that NWX Goonies shit... you crew-jumping since you got in here, you can't tell me shit about my stock
You went to Team Homi, the Writers, said fuck em and started dishing out the shots?
only reason you got experience is cause you been around the Bloque (block)
Drive-by, I got experience, I'll bend around a
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 then I pull up a 'Lemon'
Dippin', the crib, pole stickin' out
You Twork? Well now there's 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 [...]
Rest in to mama [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu intermission for minutes}
2 cont.]
I every street, every route, and I was hunting for days
GPS kept freezing up, but I'm stuck in my ways (Waze)
They found this boy open, thin blade 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 y'all fans, but behind closed doors they always be
Tryna me advice
In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 'Don't Believe the
I gave y'all moments! I had to come out the hood
I had enough of that, chop in (choppin') the like a lumberjack, this shit came out the wood works
I leave no takers, chrome,
rotatin'
Suicide or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a
Your appointed
I a murder and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? your horses
Heaven's waiting, Hell's
popped him
Funeral, casket, body
Choirs the hymns (hems) wide; bell-bottoms
He in solitude from the too
Bigger .9 the
Add em (atom) together, that's a molecule
I got the to blast the Smith&'
Trigger finger itching, don't any rash decisions
The mag extended, this gon' be a endin'
I stretch the
Put you down by 30, ain't no coming from this... death is it (deficit)
You wanna play tough? Til I hold the gun up
And he run, up
Moving slow as molasses, 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) daughter body, Freaky Friday
You play?

[Round 3: Rum
You ain't no gangsta, niggas 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 up with your slogan, I know this
You out here widdit
You ain't lurking, purging, you taking purses, so reverse the feelin'
I got the to get him
Smack me in from Phoenix to book a Jersey nigga
You know I'm shoot
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 think I em for?
Cross the line, pull a grip on both sides; tug of war
My niggas dangerous, .50 cal' banging
I'm bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a loud Blazer
Play me, I'll you bitches
I'll put you in the 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 room they 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, I cut out (eye cutout) like a Klan member
niggas, OD'ing with two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I your teeth out if I ever swing
Tiger Woods; one a (hooker) make you lose everything
Let it ring, large
From out a buckshot a can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You better bat back or your necked get at
Your rib, slash that
I'll switch with the blade, I'm a class 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, lead roaming (Roman) through Jerusalem
BOW...kill
3: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo
When I was eleven years old a Hoover Crip my uncle 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 violence 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
This shit
This time around I'm on some other rap shit
If I gotta pull the chrome I clap it
Tragic, I'm in Arizona the ratchets
You don't get clapped in a or a casket
Just crematures in a flower vase in
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 past tense, I'm shaking pride
You can't possibly be knowin' none of this gangster shit you state in rhymes
You see how easy it was for me to the place you reside?
You really 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 themselves, and yeah, I slide on an opp' or two, Nitty (opportunity)
member] Steams!

Steams that too
I should been tossing his shit
Already left shells in one Cake, don't get in the mix!
your motherfucking words, nigga make the right moves
I rap with it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a tool
Nigga name price
I'll put the .40 on manager, if you laugh now it'll save his life
No?
Well I get this nigga in blue 42, you better take a
You not Rum
I put every in the Fourth down, he went for it like he not finna punt
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 take his for real
Dome shot the Insane Crip, the steel
Hit a nigga 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress Hill
You get the picture? Nitty
Suwooping, I'm with the
In all red 2Pac with 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 sparkin'
You try to Jet, I'll let the Tom' lend son (Tomlinson) somethin' out the old
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 dumpin'
My uncle was a Civil War vet, serial on [?] musket too
Had the old number too, that's what my uncle (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 like you hate Jews, and now they gotta get your auntie some medics (antisemitics)
I give him a chance to get better, I'm on the rooftop letting go rounds from a distance
Then jet after the smoke like a chemtrail; they won't even a cloud of suspicion
I'm down in the trenches
And my goons at the house where bitch is
Choppers gon make that a 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 on an Arizona Grand Canyon trip and he petrified to go
You gon' miss your family? We don't even gotta sever at home
I throw you all off the cliff den, Powell (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die