Luyện nghe bài hát Rum Nitty vs. Nu Jerzey Twork

[Round 1: Rum
{Nitty mimics Twork's signature bounce and gestures}
I know what you bout to do,
"I got the tool with me!
Leave? You won't get a chance... this 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 amongst (a monk's) someone a BOW with you
BOW, I out a big grip
BOW, BOW, get you up relentless
It hold 12, and this the final mil (meal)... who think Jerusalem can last up (last supper) it?
BOW, a flare
They from it, all the opps scared
set you up, threw you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you won't survive
Remain king, and I'ma reign (rain) until I'm (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 out'll body experienced (out-of-body experience) niggas; you better watch yourself!
And I could switch the mood: you can't label a nigga without a experienced... look at it from a different view
War time, I slide the scene, leave shit wet up
Winchester, mask on, hopping out the V For
Lil nigga, grabbin' on the pole
This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand inside the
I'll you from the go
Smack know I from anxiety... this my third Volume (Valium) in a row
Cold, swing on me and I'ma (pill) one
Scorching round, you boiled down if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a nigga you not cross
Lockjaw, pistol you when the Glock draw
Over the head the handle do him dirty... then throw a round inside of Jerzey Hot Sauce
You can see comin'
You booked a fight the boxer from Harlem Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep eyes down unless you tryna fight
On God, don't back, you'll get assaulted... like 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?"
Then I get Five X'd with the .9, why (5x, 9y)? You ain't by no mil' (binomial)
A steel
I'll pull a MAC with the green light on Twork; Dollar
Beretta to his
Set tripping "How you turn Blood?"
BOW, you never going home!
You ain't for real right? Well it real with me
Niggas be 3 over the time limit cause they fear Nitty, bitch
You keep it real yourself, suicide or-
cuts off Nitty's slogan}
[Round 1: Nu Twork]
I yo!
These rappers wild
Niggas always my style cause they style iffy
nigga did the bounce and the "bow"... til he get hit with the loud .50
And that's a Lil' BOW... Wow! You 'Bounce With Me'
Cal' spitting, even can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you gon' your partner and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen bout with Verb?
I'm to take this one to the grave, you got my word
Drive-by, chopper out the GMC, I shoot out the
K clip, down 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, shit burning a hole in my pocket
I'll load it and cock it, then the pop
Or we can do this shit MAC to MAC, an airdrop
Nah, old sniper rifle chk* fresh out the repair shop
Fuck Rum, this vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, y'all done put me in a weird
Thought I was gonna show up here no rounds? Cool
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this ain't about to go down
I blow damn tools, a tool
nervous, got him sweating 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 could (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Piru gang member
lift up
{Scuffle out}
raise the stakes
Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the sound; 'Amazing
I'm in your hometown 'round
Hop out holdin' pounds, whip
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 getting washed in Jersey, like Juwanna
TEC pop, pull to the side; rest
shot, BOW... big ass round; Epcot
I'm rambunctious, the can
Shotgun lift you off your feet, that slam shit
{Shotgun Suge jumps in and dunks on
You's a damn flunkie, nigga your time is to come
You seen what happened to Exclusiv Vodka? 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, Shine ('Walking on Sunshine'), it feel good?
I'm Strapped In! I'll you in a coma
Madness! I could snap at any
I did the I'm bilingual
Too seasoned,
Little blade, (poke-ito)
Mint condition, cut you to the white, mojito
Jersey!
[Round 2: Rum
End up with a head
Little Hawk, something small slammin'; Webb!
{Nitty on Twork}
I'm straight to it, no to converse
I'll put you in it for tryna find
in the old western like Wyatt Earp
.9 burst... y'all said he was gon 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 they zippin' over
Infinite, can't see the
A cold piece, OD, wash you, that's Whitney shit
Shells jumpin' out on the floor I'm peeling it
Can' in the hoodie, then the cases drop... like
BOW, I get you out bad
I don't give a fuck if you six foot, foot... the guns come out fast!
And this K loaded got on it
Stay smokin', it's an instrument of death (deaf); like
Bang on him, the first round like Greg Oden
I hit with a Kel-TEC
Jakk get a shell
Then I 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 clock him, this shit a break your face, I
Gun butt, it crack inside the Reaganomics
Pop him, gun up to his
BLAOW, the baby Drake the side view; Nothing Was the Same
run you out your lane
We all poppin', but when y'all stallin', I'm the one that at the table; autopsy
You can't compare the bars, it
Them enough... you gon' have to rig 'em or this (rigor mortis) gon' be a hard body
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 Nu Jerzey up
Tell him try it, more than one dyin'
Slide, I'm shady with the Tom (time);
Gun fire, put a bullet in you, then BLAOW, BLAOW... it a be more in Jerzey (B-more and Jersey); Gun
Your man ship, back stabbed his clique
You the code, ain't no coming back if you switch
I'll razor blade his neck, got him and shit
Then slash on him quick
Then Roc a give him that seat belt treatment, never be strapped in again!
You get no love, I load up with a steel .50 when I up
Hold it an old grudge
Cause we let shit pass over (Passover), I'll bring it to your door, Blood
If you respect, then I'm at your neck
Fuck a gun line king, I'm the GOAT these deuces; Baphomet
You can't keep it real
Nigga suicide or do the job, you decide... kill yourself
[Round 2: Nu Twork]
I yo
You just
I mean, we both talk about often
But you just so fucking one-dimensional, every line, your sparkin'
I tell nigga, "I'll bury you 6 feet deep, or put your body where 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 'bout to win this by a big (margarine)
SIG Sauer, I come to the Insanes and move landmarks
Dual in the streets, we gon' do a standoff
I'm Piru, was 'Never Too Much'; Luther Vandross
He no motherfucking Crip-
{Rum throws a C in face}
BOW, I blew his off!
spark, this shit about to pop
I wanna 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, said fuck em and started dishing out the
Nigga only reason you got experience is cause you been around the (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 in the Smith&'
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 there's holes (hoes) in his house
I found the to your house, and all it took was one to tell
I about your sister [...], I know about your son [...]
Rest in peace to [...]
{Fight breaks out, Smack pulls an impromptu intermission for seven
2 cont.]
I every street, every route, and I was hunting for days
GPS kept up, but I'm still stuck in my ways (Waze)
They found this boy split open, thin blade on the joint
I left blood on the edge of the knife; but that's beside the
These harmless in a fight
All these fucking vets on cam' fronting for y'all fans, but closed doors they always be polite
offer me advice
In private, friend; public, (Public Enemy); 'Don't Believe the Hype'
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 wood
I leave no takers, chrome,
rotatin'
Suicide or I'll do the job? Headshot, was a no-brainer
soul appointed
I a murder and don't remorse it
Take time... y'all want me to be stable? your horses
waiting, Hell's watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, frail
with the hymns (hems) wide; bell-bottoms
He in from the Llama too
.9 the tool
Add em (atom) bonded together, a molecule
I got the option to 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, no coming back from this... death is it (deficit)
You wanna tough? Til I hold 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 your name, we 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 thirsty
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 shoot
Bullets in his roof
Brandy, Monica, if these hit the boy, his ('Boy Is Mine') get torn between the two
Nigga move, watch mouth or get a gun in yours
Fuck you think I em for?
Cross the line, I'll pull a on both sides; tug of war
My niggas wild dangerous, .50 banging
I'm talking bout shooters like Craig Sager, I keep a loud
me, I'll clap you bitches
I'll put you in the and whoever else amp you in it
Your get this MAC I'm gripping
BOW, a bullet go through Rome and (Roman) ruins half the
You see how I'm
Damn every line hit, I cannot die; I'm a Highlander
Two poles busting, emergency room they you
Soon as the doc (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you know a Tombstone comin'
Who it? I'm a can' gripper
Point it (pointed) at the top of the hood, then I cut out (eye cutout) like a Klan
niggas, OD'ing with two guns; Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock your teeth out if I ever
Tiger one hook a (hooker) make you lose 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, I'll that
I'll switch places the blade, I'm a class act
Get clapped at, through the hair I'm lining up the pole
Then I zero in on one (zero end on one), that's code
I yo' shit and use it against you
Fuck Leonidas, if I squeeze the tightest, lead (Roman) through Jerusalem temple
BOW...kill
[Round 3: Nu Jerzey
I yo
When I was eleven years old a Hoover Crip killed my uncle Flip... every night I wished him 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 my head around it, and then I took this red flag and wrapped it 'round my head
This shit
time around I'm on some whole other rap shit
If I gotta pull the then I clap it
Tragic, I'm in Arizona with the
You don't get clapped in a or a casket
crematures in a flower 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 past tense, I'm your pride
You can't possibly be knowin' none of this gangster shit you state in your
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 in my prime, I don't know how many enemies I got, it's too many
I wait til present themselves, and yeah, I slide on an opp' or two, Nitty (opportunity)
[Crowd Steams!

Steams that too
I should have 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 it on me; flow (Flo) with the thing, I got a name-your-price tool
Nigga 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 better a hike
You not Rum
I put nigga 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 come
Then the Quarter (quarterback) gettin' a shotgun; he don't even get the option to run
I'll take his for real
shot the Insane Crip, light the steel
Hit a nigga from 'Insane In The Cypress Hill
You get the picture? trippin'
Suwooping, I'm with the
In all red like 2Pac the paparazzi; I'm a spitting image
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 chrome
You try to Jet, let the Tom' 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, fuck around and got his bitch
TEC-9 with the [?] and led astray, but your misguided (miss got it)
SIG firing, we dumpin'
My was a Civil War vet, serial still on [?] musket too
Had the old number too, that's what my uncle (Uncle Drew)
on the weapon
You was all that racist 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 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 your bitch is
Choppers gon make a loud area
We pad the walls; I told em if she even make a sound, bury 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 family? We don't gotta sever ties at home
I throw you all off the cliff den, Powell (Clifton Powell), you'll Die Alone