Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty mimics Twork's signature and hand gestures}
I know what you to do, really
"I got the tool with me!
Leave? You get a chance... this shit a drop an opp or two, Nitty (opportunity)! BOW!"
We got Rum versus... I'll 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 this BOW-ing, now you (a monk's) someone that a BOW with you
BOW, I out a big grip
BOW, BOW, get you clapped up
It hold 12, and 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, threw you inside the hot
This my spot, you won't here
Remain king, and I'ma (rain) until I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo rounds 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 (out-of-body experience) niggas; you better watch yourself!
And I could switch the mood: you 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 me with a hand inside the coat
I'll you from the go
Smack I suffer from anxiety... this 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 nigga you not cross
Lockjaw, pistol whip you the Glock draw
Over the head the handle do him dirty... then throw a round inside of Jerzey Hot Sauce
You can see these
You booked a fight with the boxer from Harlem a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep eyes down unless you tryna fight
On God, don't look back, you'll get assaulted... like Lot's
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 number into Jerz' (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 a MAC with the green light on Twork; Dollar Bill
Beretta to his
Set tripping like "How you Blood?"
BOW, you ain't 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 cuts off slogan}
1: Nu Jerzey Twork]
I yo!
These rappers wild
Niggas always 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 '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, chopper out the GMC, I shoot out the
K clip, press on a half-moon; do not disturb!
shit 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
load it and cock it, then the lead pop
Or we can do this shit MAC to MAC, an airdrop
Nah, old sniper rifle *chk chk* out the repair shop
Rum, this shit vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, y'all put me in a weird spot
Thought I was gonna show up here no rounds? Cool
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go smooth
I damn tools, lift a tool
Nigga nervous, got him sweating bullets, and he get it too
I two, you drop your pen, I breeze through
[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you don't know where that lead (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Piru Blood gang
lift up
{Scuffle breaks
Let's raise the
Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in your hometown rollin'
Hop out holdin' pounds, pistol
I ain't stopping 'til it's a Nitty (Nitti) 'It's Going Down'
I hold the crown, so even if you not a fan, niggas been washed in Jersey, like Juwanna Mann
TEC pop, pull to the side; stop
Chest shot, BOW... big ass round;
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 soon to
You seen what happened to Exclusiv What you think they gon' do with Rum?
dump... every round you callin' out K Shine man, I'm only doing this for the hood
I'm on son, Shine ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it feel good?
I'm In! I'll clap you in a coma
Madness! I could snap at any
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 a bust head
Little Hawk, small slammin'; Spud Webb!
dunks on Twork}
I'm straight to it, no to converse
I'll put you in it for find dirt
Desert in the old western like Earp
.9 burst... y'all said he was gon beat me to
right... *chk chk*... he died 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 piece, I'ma OD, wash you, that's Whitney shit
Shells jumpin' out on the 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 if you six foot, seven foot... the guns come out fast!
And K loaded got range on it
Stay smokin', it's an of death (deaf); like Beethoven
Bang on him, the first bust like Greg Oden
I hit Ryda with a
Jakk get a shell
I make you an offer, Drugz (off of drugs); once you see this 12, step!
No way to it
Drive-by, letting the chop off out the window; Bobbitt
Stainless clock him, this 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; Was the Same
I'll run you out your
We all poppin', but when y'all stallin', I'm the one that at the table; autopsy
You compare the bars, stop it
Them ain't enough... you gon' to rig 'em or this (rigor mortis) gon' be a hard body
I'm out east it, tryna do you dirty, cuz
In a swerving up
He 'Faneto'; I'm through New York... finna go and shoot Nu Jerzey up
Tell him come try it, more than one
Slide, I'm shady with the Tom (time);
Gun fire, put a bullet in you, then BLAOW, BLAOW... it a be in Jerzey (B-more and Jersey); Gun Titles
Your man ship, back stabbed his clique
You know the code, ain't no coming back if you
razor blade his neck, got him gasping and shit
Then slash on him quick
Then Roc a give him that seat belt treatment, he'll never be in again!
You get no love, I load up with a steel .50 when I up
Hold it an old grudge
Cause we don't let 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 deuces; Baphomet
You can't keep it yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide... kill
[Round 2: Nu Twork]
I yo
You awful
I mean, we both talk clips often
But you just so one-dimensional, every line, your grips sparkin'
I tell this nigga, "I'll 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 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 move 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 throws a C in Twork's
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 since you got in here, you tell me shit about my stock
You went to Team Homi, the Writers, said fuck em and started dishing out the shots?
Nigga only reason you got experience is cause you 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 in the Smith&'
This nerd (N.E.R.D.) dropping, I my driver, "Wait a minute", and then I pull up with a 'Lemon'
Dippin', pass the crib, pole out
You wanted Twork? Well now some holes (hoes) in his house
I found the road to your house, and all it took was one to
I know about your sister [...], I know about son [...]
Rest in to mama [...]
breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu intermission for seven minutes}
2 cont.]
I know every street, route, and I was hunting for days
GPS kept freezing up, but I'm stuck in my ways (Waze)
found this boy split open, thin blade on the salmon joint
I left blood on the edge of the knife; but beside 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 me advice
In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 'Don't the Hype'
I y'all moments! I had to come out the hood first
I had enough of that, in (choppin') the trunk like a lumberjack, this shit came out the wood works
I no takers, chrome, stainless
Revolver
or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a no-brainer
Your soul
I commit a and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? Hold your
Heaven's waiting, Hell's
Shell him
Funeral, casket, frail
Choirs with the (hems) wide; bell-bottoms
He in from the Llama too
.9 the tool
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 be a tragic endin'
I the clip
Put you down by 30, ain't no back from this... death is it (deficit)
You wanna play 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 the crime rate?
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
Mother and (in) daughter body, Freaky Friday
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 lurking, purging, you taking purses, so I'ma reverse the feelin'
I got the to get him
Smack flew me in Phoenix to book a Jersey nigga
You know I'm finna
going in his roof
Brandy, Monica, if hit the boy, his mind ('Boy Is Mine') get torn between the two
Nigga move, watch your mouth or get a gun in
Fuck you think I em for?
the line, I'll pull a grip on both sides; tug of war
My niggas wild dangerous, .50 banging
I'm talking bout shooters like Sager, I keep a loud Blazer
Play me, I'll clap you
I'll put you in the and whoever else amp you in it
Your get this MAC I'm gripping
BOW, a go through Rome and (Roman) ruins half the building
You see how I'm
Damn near every 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 Tombstone
Who want it? I'm a can'
it (pointed) at the top of the hood, then I cut out (eye cutout) like a Klan member
Clap niggas, OD'ing with two Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock teeth out if I ever swing
Woods; one hook a (hooker) make you lose everything
Let it ring, gauge
out a buckshot a pellet can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You bat back or your necked get stabbed at
rib, I'll slash that
I'll places with the blade, I'm a class act
Get clapped at, through the cross hair I'm lining up the
Then I zero in on one (zero end on one), that's binary
I take yo' and use it against you
Fuck Leonidas, if I the tightest, lead roaming (Roman) through Jerusalem temple
BOW...kill
[Round 3: Nu Twork]
I yo
When I was eleven old a Hoover Crip killed 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 behind every action that I said
And growing up, gang violence was always a red flag to me; 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 the chrome then I clap it
Tragic, I'm in with the ratchets
You don't get clapped in a coma or a
Just crematures in a flower vase in
Cause if I gotta fire birds, all you a get is a from the ashes (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 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 Staying
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 on an opp' or two, Nitty (opportunity)
[Crowd Steams!

Steams said too
I should been tossing his shit
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
name your price
I'll put the .40 on your manager, if you laugh now it'll save his
No?
Well I get this nigga in blue 42, you take a hike
You not Rum
I put nigga in the Fourth down, he went for it like he not finna punt
I men (linemen) up, you try to rush? My whole block finna come
Then the Quarter back (quarterback) gettin' a shotgun; he don't even get the to run
take his life for real
Dome shot the Insane Crip, light the
Hit a nigga 'Insane In The Membrane'; Cypress Hill
You get the Nitty trippin'
Suwooping, I'm the business
In all red like 2Pac with the paparazzi; I'm a spitting
It's no in that
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 home stalkin', him and his chick vibin'
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck around and got his bitch
with the [?] and it's led astray, but your misguided (miss got it)
SIG firing, we tools
My uncle was a War vet, serial still on [?] musket too
Had the old number too, that's what my uncle (Uncle Drew)
on the weapon
You was talking all that shit to Iron Solomon? I'm bout to school Nitty and teach a lesson
Headshot mom sister...
You was talking like you hate Jews, and now they gotta get your auntie some (antisemitics)
I don't him a chance to get better, I'm on the rooftop letting go rounds from a distance
Then jet the smoke like a chemtrail; they won't even have a cloud of suspicion
I'm from in the trenches
And my goons at the where your bitch is
Choppers gon that a loud area
We pad the walls; I told em if she even make a sound, bury her (sound barrier)
Beretta to blow
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, (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die Alone