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 bout to do,
{Screaming} "I got the with me!
Leave? You get a chance... this shit a drop 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 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 Jerusalem can last up (last supper) against it?
BOW, a flare
They ducking from it, all the scared
They set you up, you inside the hot chair
This my spot, you survive here
Remain king, and I'ma reign (rain) I'm god-tier (God tear)
Yo rounds full of Glocks and shells, 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 watch yourself!
And I could switch the mood: you can't 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 grabbin' on the
This Napoleon Complex keeps me with a hand inside the
I'll clap you the go
Smack know I suffer anxiety... this my third Volume (Valium) in a row
Cold, swing on me and I'ma (pill) one
round, leave you boiled down if you try to steal (distill) Rum
Top dog, a you should not cross
Lockjaw, pistol whip you when the draw
the head the handle do him dirty... then throw a round inside of Jerzey like Hot Sauce
You can see these
You booked a fight with the boxer from Nights; a repeat puncher
The hot type, keep your down unless you tryna fight
On God, look back, you'll get assaulted... like Lot's wife
I did him
Before I kill him first, suicide; put the stick to like an introvert
Nigga purge, the 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 steel
pull a MAC with the green 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 it real with me
Niggas be 3 minutes the time limit cause they fear Nitty, bitch
You can't keep it real yourself, or-
cuts off Nitty's slogan}
[Round 1: Nu Twork]
I yo!
These rappers pussy
always 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 gon' 'Bounce Me'
Cal' spitting, Rich can go
You know... "bounce with me, bounce-" you gon' grab your and hit the flo'!
Pistol blow, y'all seen Jerooz with 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, down 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 (spend) it, this shit burning a hole in my pocket
I'll load it and 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, shit vodka, I got a clear shot!
BOW, y'all done put me in a spot
Thought I was gonna up here with no rounds? Cool
I'm telling you, Rum... vodka... this ain't to go down smooth
I blow damn tools, a tool
Nigga nervous, got him bullets, and he gon' get it too
I squeeze two, you drop your pen, I breeze
[Singing "Location"] "If you send me your-" you don't know where that could (Khalid) to
I bang nigga, Piru Blood gang
Thing up
breaks out}
Let's the stakes
Razor blade, *fft*, how sweet the 'Amazing Grace'
I'm in your rollin' 'round
Hop out holdin' pounds, 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 in Jersey, like Juwanna Mann
TEC pop, pull to the side; stop
shot, BOW... big ass round; Epcot
I'm rambunctious, the can
Shotgun you off your feet, that slam dunk shit
Suge jumps in and dunks on Nitty}
You's a damn flunkie, nigga your is soon to come
You seen what happened to Exclusiv Vodka? What you 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, Shine ('Walking on Sunshine'), don't it feel
I'm In! I'll clap you in a coma
Madness! I snap at any moment
I did the I'm bilingual
Too seasoned,
Little blade, (poke-ito)
condition, cut you to the white, Rum; mojito
Jersey!
[Round 2: Rum
End up with a bust
Little Hawk, something small Spud Webb!
{Nitty on Twork}
I'm straight to it, no to converse
I'll put you in it for find dirt
in the old western like Wyatt 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 up they zippin' over Jersey
Infinite, can't see the
A cold piece, I'ma OD, you, that's Whitney shit
Shells jumpin' out on the floor I'm peeling it
Can' in the hoodie, the cases drop... like Zimmerman
BOW, I get you out bad
I don't a fuck if you six foot, seven foot... the guns come out fast!
And K loaded got range on it
Stay smokin', it's an instrument of death (deaf); like
on him, the first round bust like Greg Oden
I hit Ryda a Kel-TEC
Jakk get a shell
Then I make you an offer, (off of drugs); once 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 face, I promise
Gun butt, it crack inside the Reaganomics
Pop him, gun up to his
BLAOW, the baby from the side view; Nothing Was the Same
I'll run you out lane
We all poppin', but when y'all stallin', I'm the one remains at the table; autopsy
You compare 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 east it, tryna do you dirty, cuz
In a hooptie up
He 'Faneto'; I'm riding through New York... finna go and Nu Jerzey up
Tell him come try it, more than one
Slide, I'm shady 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 ship, back stabbed his clique
You the code, ain't no coming back if you switch
I'll blade his neck, got him gasping and shit
Then slash on him quick
Then Roc a give him seat 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 line king, I'm the with these deuces; Baphomet
You can't it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide... yourself
[Round 2: Nu Twork]
I yo
You just
I mean, we both about clips often
But you just so one-dimensional, every line, your grips sparkin'
I tell this nigga, "I'll bury you 6 feet deep, or put your body where the swarming"
How this 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 to the Insanes and move your landmarks
Dual revolvers in the streets, we gon' do a
I'm really Piru, was 'Never Too Much'; Vandross
He no motherfucking 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 since you got in here, you can't tell me shit about my
You went to Homi, left the Writers, said 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, bend around a block
Sit, plot, watch, I'm looking in
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 wanted Twork? Well now there's some (hoes) in his house
I found the road to your house, and all it was one to tell
I know your sister [...], I know about your son [...]
Rest in to mama [...]
{Fight breaks out, pulls an impromptu 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 blade on the joint
I left blood on the edge of the but that's beside the point
These niggas in a fight
All fucking vets on cam' fronting for y'all fans, but behind closed doors they always be polite
offer me advice
In private, friend; public, enemy (Public Enemy); 'Don't the Hype'
I gave moments! I had to come out the hood first
I had enough of that, chop in (choppin') the trunk like a lumberjack, shit came out the wood works
I no takers, chrome, stainless
Revolver
Suicide or I'll do the job? Headshot, that was a
Your appointed
I commit a murder and don't it
Take time... y'all want me to be Hold your horses
Heaven's waiting, watching
Shell him
Funeral, casket, body
with the hymns (hems) wide; bell-bottoms
He in solitude from the too
.9 the tool
Add em (atom) bonded together, a molecule
I got the option to blast the
finger itching, don't make any rash decisions
The mag extended, this be a tragic endin'
I the clip
Put you down by 30, no coming back 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 we annihilate
I'm from the Town, you ain't the crime rate?
Kill fam, he gon see it my way
and (in) your daughter body, Freaky Friday
You play?

[Round 3: Rum
You ain't no gangsta, niggas it
a thief, the "type work" you put in for your name, we don't condone it
You that bitch for a purse - grabbed, snapped the shoulder strap, then came up with your slogan, I know this
You out here thirsty
You ain't lurking, purging, you taking purses, so I'ma the feelin'
I got the to get him
flew me in from Phoenix to book a Jersey nigga
You know I'm finna
Bullets going in his
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 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 talking bout like Craig Sager, I keep a loud Blazer
me, I'll clap you bitches
I'll put you in the and whoever else amp you in it
manager get this 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 rush you
Soon as the doc (Doc Holliday), "They dead", you know a Tombstone comin'
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
Clap niggas, OD'ing with two Mac Miller (MAC, mil', or...)
I knock your teeth out if I swing
Tiger Woods; one hook a (hooker) make you lose
Let it ring, large
From out a a pellet can fly (pelican fly); Scarface
You bat back or your necked get stabbed at
Your rib, slash that
I'll switch places with the blade, I'm a 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 code
I take yo' and use it against you
Leonidas, if I squeeze the tightest, lead roaming (Roman) through Jerusalem temple
BOW...kill
[Round 3: Nu Twork]
I yo
When I was eleven years old a Hoover Crip killed my uncle Flip... every night I wished him back 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 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 pull the chrome 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 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 your pride
You can't possibly be knowin' none of this shit you state in your rhymes
You see how it was for me to find the place you reside?
You niggas really wanna be G's (Bee Gees)? Try Staying
I in my prime, I don't know how many enemies 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 have tossing his shit
Already left shells in one Cake, don't get in the mix!
Watch your motherfucking words, nigga make the moves
I rap with it on me; (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 went for it like he not finna
I line men (linemen) up, you try to My whole block finna come
Then the Quarter back (quarterback) gettin' a he don't even get the option to run
I'll take his 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 with the
In all red 2Pac with 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 sparkin'
You try to Jet, I'll let the lend son (Tomlinson) somethin' out the old Charger
I'm outside his home stalkin', him and his chick vibin'
Big .9 spit, tried to hit Nitty, fuck 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 racist shit to Iron Solomon? I'm bout to school 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 don't give him a chance to get better, I'm on the rooftop go rounds from a distance
jet after 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 house where your 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 Cornell Powell on an Arizona Grand Canyon trip and he petrified to go
You gon' miss your family? We don't even gotta ties at home
I throw you all off the den, Powell (Clifton Powell), you'll Never Die Alone