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urltv – rum nitty vs lu castro كلمات اغاني

[round 1: rum nitty]
off the rip, believe he dyin’
a clean sweep, three piece
i got the cheat sheet rhymin’
they say “the alien” be sittin’ on bars
like e.t ridin’
mop_stick holder, leap if you feelin’ froggy
i’ll let off the blower
jump and cast’ll (jumping castle) get aired out
party over!
i’ll get you smoked
it was lookin’ like a flaw in the rum and lu polls (loopholes)
tryna make this an easy way out, i give lu poles (loopholes)
bring chalk
that “bullets go from lu to chris (ludacris)” bar, that was great y’all
i’ll have bullets go from cast’ to troy (castor troy)
after the face/off
thing spark!
raise a .40, bang it on you
he gon’ yell out to god ‘cus that pain ain’t normal
one they hear you scream and holler lu ya’ (screamin’ hallelujah)
people get to prayin’ for you
dangerous for you
cuz think he up on my level, never
i see i gotta bring cast’ down to earth
something like the devil
we gon’ see him dig a grave up with a shovel
and put one n_gga inside the (w)hole cast’
like nutty professor!
cuz is a stepper
i’ma n_gga that’ll strike fast
knife stab, and keep pickin’, the same part over and over
i’m that type cast’
lights flash, you dyin’ b_tch, .9’ll lift
violentness
hawaiian sh_t; lu i’ll (lūʻau) lay you out wavin’ fire sticks
ric_it_remix it
look at nitty go
just like hawaiians roast the pig underground
lu i’ll (lūʻau) get to cookin’ with the flow (floor)
this is god’s plan!
i’m the n_gga with the hothead, stop playin’
you think you equal but you not fam
i’m a hunnid steps ahead, like a travis scott fan
mop blam!
you deserved it, aim, see a big ‘ol flame
you see uzi vert lift?
you deserved it, automatic
start off l!ckin’, then lu the (luda) first hit
bird b_tch!
ouu you scared huh?
i ain’t tryna box, i’ma let the toolie air sum’
but it’s always that reasonable n_gga like_
“man, y’all just fight”
…so i’ll shoot the fair one!
sh_lls dump, this a game changer
play and be in grave danger
i’ll catch you slippin’, with the shot, like a date_raper
‘k_aimer, put a round to lu’s (lose) stomach, like a waist_trainer
ay, gangsta!
this a bad move for you, we don’t “stabby stab” we shooty shoot
hop in a subaru, pull by(e), wavin’ a .2 to lu (toodaloo)
if i pull it gang
we be smokin’ on lu pack when this would get flamed
crazy, how this burner (berner), will make you a cookie strain!
bullet rain, we beam sh_t
you ain’t never seen this, how i put the words together
like a prefix, ric_it_remix
i get to cookin’, in the middle of traffic, like queenzflip
we trip, show me where that money at, or i’m clappin’ cousin
you’ll be the new pack that’s comin’
so you might wanna follow orders, like a tracking number
no rap, i’ll actually punch you
have yo’ sh_t crackin’, or let your friend have it
i’m catchin’ lu or (lure) you with a jawbreaker, like a kidnapper!
big ‘matic.. what!?
big ‘matic, if he get too beside himself (tube inside)
i’ma sh_t_bag him!
lift cannon, brains blown
this gon’ have your mama cryin’ at the funeral
cas’ get (casket) banged on!
case closed
can’t keep it real yourself..
(suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide, k!ll yourself!)
{round 1: lu castro)
i said..
oakland thanks for havin’ us, and bein’ a cool sport
it’s my first time in the bay area
it’s only right they gave me a n_gga that’s too $hort
we bought a lotta guns
i know the art in this, i put my heart in this
a lotta guns, lotta clips
god he (gotti) loaded for this main event
i know death gon’ do (us) it’s part in this
marksmanship, it’s elite with all violence
why y’all got the n_gga that’s strong wildin’
big ass ditch, throw a lil’ rum in it
it’s a long island
i stumble through, mix_it_whip_it
gun’ll shoot, closed casket
i know rum in it, it’s jungle juice
you have to stop, ratchet pop
keep unloadin’ and slingin’ outwest; travis scott
wild and crazy, .22 concealed, we wild for safety
single mother; it be rare you catch me without the baby
single mother; you know how many meals i made with this can?
single mother; who said this b_tch can’t raise a man?
i’m taller then you
large intestine get torn open, wow
give cornell powell, colon a pow
now he with colin powe_, i’m loadin’ now
head tap, land in domes
eyes wide open, but for the window
‘nell (nailed) shut down, like abandoned homes
how you think of all them punches n_gga?!
you pile of sh_t!
you must’ve went to some prestigious university
you’se a wild lil b_tch
we in that honda sh_t
loaded up, piled in it
that’s a full_ride, headin’ to cornell
i’ll get a scholar_shipped, you know me fam!?
well tell ’em people you do
and don’t try to play me for the bread
i’m ’bout to blaze him with the lead
i give a f_ck what crip hood he from, nutty, insane
he still gettin’ shot all crazy in the head
put the gun in his mouth, make him lean in as well
say, “agh, eyy, goh!”; kenan and kel
i’m hospitable, i spit the truth
i’m admittin’ it, five hittin’ you
hospital; i’m admittin’ nit’
let’s get this sh_t, let’s get this sh_t
toss the gun i’m drillin’ wit’, hide the gun
mix_it, hidin’ rum, i’m concealin’ nit’
you concealin’ it?
i brandish sh_t, i’m slidin’, start panickin’
no savin’ nit’ (it) when i’m spinnin’ (spendin’)
that’s bad money management
problems i_
nah, let me go, let me go i’m boutta wile him up
problems i handle it, it is what it gotta be
can you swim rum, tell me now n_gga don’t you lie to me
i.. i’ll hold him underwater, and make him breath less
_gasp_ take a deep breath
_gasp_ ’til cuz pop_up outta nowhere; t_rex!
here’s my proposition, sniper rifle, in a prop position
lock_in_vision, point from the stand; “stop the snitchin'”
bought a lotta biscuits, you could get jumped for the extras
the break barrel time consumin’
i brought the pump ‘cus it’s better
smooth a slider, boy you ever seen it dump from a tesla?
before the bumps on summer madness
there was bumps for the testers
ain’t no boys in this whip
in this car men (carmen); electra
one band, one sound, one goal; the trifecta
my heckler, hardly talk but it shoot good
kawhi leonard!
why lend ya’, big dawg, i don’t play with my dinner
mano y mano, no team play
swish ya’ top; green bay
bullsh_t; jean bay’
rewind.. replay
firm stance, kick out the magazine; eastbay
i walked the streets of arizona
like “y’all ain’t know nitty? alright dique”
you fire, but you used to be a b_tch in phoenix
jean grey!
nah, whip the pot, look at me
i shoot wherever your eyes might come
oh you from phoenix? the bird fire
now rise like one!
nah, the rulers back
this’ll remove the soul of an opp
belly fold when it flop
body shuttin’ down, wow, it’s some holes in your top
santa’s naughty list; i’ll him cold (coal) in a box!
this the big lu.. time man
[round 2: rum nitty]
oh alright
ay, i’m finna make sure the bro is extinct
pistol_whip a ho with this heat
this sh_t’ll bust open big dawg on the grill
like an overcooked link, mean
this the n_gga y’all finna have to get the chalk for
it was y’all choice, now he hooked to machines with long cords
fightin’ death (def), like nate dogg at the golf course
i’ll really stomp boy, in a pair of black ones
lu can (luke can) go against the dark force, like star wars
i doubt that you really pop yours
stop it, i’m not buyin’ it louie, i don’t got time for it
fake ass, actin’ like your things blast
you think this is malibu’s most wanted
knowin’ it ain’t a game cast’ (gamecast)
this a straight bag, i’d have battled anybody else
even one of the qps
could’ve switched out lu for (loofah) a scrub
at least got a n_gga qleen (clean)
make a move, ‘ks’ll shoot
chops hang out, like a saber_tooth
you wild strong, ‘cus of the weights you use
well let’s see how strong your family is…
in the waiting room
surgeons performin’ miracles, but ain’t savin’ you
they couldn’t pull it off
only thing they pulled on lulu was the plug
like paid in full
you ’bout the get all the smoke!… and take so many..
(punches the fans yellin’ “get off the ropes!”)
i don’t care who like it, long as you respect it
do you reckless, all that extra talkin’ like you a stepper
my n_gga brandon, will let the toolie stretch him
i’ll have real name slide up next to cast’
like a movie credit
who you testin’?
before we actually battled
the homie had a question he had to ask me
he like, “how you finna compete
with a n_gga that get so active rappin’?”
i said, “i’ma shoot, and stand over lu, that’s the answer”
what!?
i had to clap him, you dead at last
you can’t compare us, i’m a k!ller in every class
this like samuel jackson, to method man
a 187 cast’
you see what i did to you?
samuel jackson, method man?
i’m tryna k!ll you off princ_p_l
you better lift and shoot, you better clap yours
what you think there’s different color beams on the strap for?
the light red on the glocks
the light green on the tecs (texts), like an android
bad choice!
i should choke you up, ’til his veins pop out
and lu p_ss (lupis) on himself, like jakkboy
d_mn boy
i’ma bomb on him, body him
i’m a different kinda mean, like a h0m_nym
_gun cl!ck_ lift .9 on him
all i had for the big dog was a “buck!”
like glenn robinson
try again, you gon’ die f_cker
take his life from him, .9 bucker
tempt me, i’ll get to slidin’ with the semi, like an ice_trucker
you ain’t no type gunner, you can_…
you can state lies about how your ‘k flies
but we all know, lu been (lube in) a p_ssy. like ky
you ain’t slide, long clip
nah, i drop a bag and get this fraud hit
f_ck about dawg strength
‘cus now you got to (a) check on your strong friend
b_tch! you can’t keep it real..
[round 2: lu castro]
yo..
boy, shut the f_ck up
i’ll sit you down with a smith; espn
before smack, it was kick doors
my size eleven timb would get me in any room
my raps couldn’t get me in
i’m a sore loser, y’all know me for sayin’ “let me win”
well y’all don’t wanna meet the lu that was screamin’ “let me in”
let’s begin
big n_gga, i’m ’bout to yell at you all round and get witcha
you still tryna figure out
what all the raps in the base meant? (bas_m_nt)
n_gga call big tigga
stabby_stab!
right through his ab, hit his liver
i don’t like some of that sh_t you just said to me nit’…
…pick ya!
blik’ ya, b_tch die
fill him with the holes
or it’s a gun_b_tt, hits side
k!ll him with the no_ boy that’s foul sh_t
blaow sh_t, razor blade
or raise a toa_ boy who you gettin’ loud with
sign him up, what the f_ck?
boy, get your sh_t straight
n_gga take out your phone right now
and download my f_ckin’ mixtape
both of y’all laughin’..
both of y’all take out your phones right now
and download my f_ckin’ mixtape
big .8, hit his apple, make his apple stream, then i hit bae
gun line king? that’s yo’ title?
that make this b_tch great?
scope on him, shoot on the first one i spot if i_ (spotify)
boy why y’all still ain’t download my f_ckin’ mixtape?
i keep sayin’ geechi name ‘cus that’s his mans and him
you got lined up by the bros
and i’mma keep hittin’ every f_cking bar
like i’m tryna find the hoes
you been battlin’ since grindtime days
you not “new era”
you ars’, ‘tez, john and tsu era
right under mook era
whip the pot, this lu era
who better? long sig (cig’)
out of the ville (deville); cruella
you gotta do better, you peepin’ the wrist?
the pen a rival, sh_t’ll pop you
silencer, twist the nozzle
rum do a 360; spin the bottle!
i gotchu, flame sh_t
ay smack ain’t this the n_gga i just battled at chris brown house?
ahh no it ain’t, but they all do the same sh_t
i took fonz last minute after i was already booked for you
so he could use up all the good lu and cast’ nameflips
none for you!
we gon’ rumble too, don’t get hype rum
they gon’ find yo’ ass in the caribbean
for talkin’ all of that spice rum!
slide when the opp appear
line it up, shot the fair
boy, i will come to crip street today!
…aight maybe no i won’t but i’ll meet you a couple blocks from there
let’s set it up!
i hit the guys like
“yo, yo i’m ’bout to meet with them n_ggas from the 4th in twenty”
and then we gon’ all run a fade, like it’s 4th and twenty
they call you the “urlien”?
let’s take a whim, .44 blaze your brim
metal dog for “the alien”; invader zim
i told you after nome you was top two
and i was gon’ meet you up there
so don’t be surprised when you got lu
from that day forward you should’ve known danger was comin’ soon
like “that n_gga want blood and i can’t wait ’til i run into him”
then kg hit my line, i couldn’t think ’bout nothin’ but the look
b_tch i’m the ruler
you shoulda known somethin’ was afoot (a foot)
too much smoke for the loc
i’m steve nash with the handle
he tried to run, flip the gun, three blast sh_t’ll blam you
the quarter back’ll get the can
i’m [?] with the campbells
blam you! f_ck is you on drugs?
well come in shot with lu
coke pure you could see the crystals
looks like superman’s fortress of solitude
i followed you
i’m in his house, i’m comin’ for ya life
we ain’t comin’ for no kids, no family, we ain’t comin’ for ya wife
say goodbye, one shot, bet i make it champ
send nit’ (senate) over the house, like the legislative branch
they come to expect sh_t from you
so if you slip up, you’re the slouch
.4’s come out, big stakes (steaks); porterhouse
mtv cribs, boom, tore (tour) the house
let me tell you ’bout this gun
it’s a bio_tech, go inside yo’ flesh
suicide, i’ll provide yo death
hit his apple, docs tellin’ wifey “i know best”
they gon’ have to update her (up data) overnight like ios

[round 3: rum nitty]
aight, ay
ay, that last n_gga got on yo head
he left you dead that sh_t was gory
i mean i could go on_and_on about
how he was draggin’ (dragon) big dog
but that’d be a neverending story
i dare you to pop, i’ll beat yo head with a glock
split yo sh_t, to the white, cast’ll (castle) go square in a box
n_gga stop, most of y’all is straight b_tches
you argue like women, is that the stuff(ed) animals do?
get caught in (cotton) they feelings (fillings)?
my n_gga, you past trash
on the east coast they might say you lyrical
but on the west coast we say you’re ass cas’ (ras kass)
straps blast, sh_t’ll make you fly when the gauge hit him
baow! your body soar (sore) away, like a paink!ller
ay n_gga, i just put rex (wrecks) in the dirt, like a monster truck
i’m a gravedigger, i hate n_ggas
they be all gas, talkin’ ’bout “the ruler’s back” dawg trash
i’ll take the ruler out of y’all class
like the hall pass!
all that yellin’ gon’ get dawg bagged
tell him, you can’t do sh_t
with the webb if you don’t keep calm cast’ (comcast)
you and arsonal was lookin’ like a football drill partna
real awkward, if i get a bump, it’s a body, like k!llmonger
who is yo real squadron?
i know you say you not really goonies
but you got the shoulder bump like ace
wild style like twork, fic_it_remix like__ n_gga you is a goonie!
if i get to movin’, crept in
he was cuddled up, in a room with his shorty
i caught the goon with the spoon, and cooked him with the .40!
this sh_t is ov, i’m irrepetible my name known
really put in pain on the block, like steppin’ on a lego
gang_mode, i’ll really clap it on him
modified the glock to an automatic homie
any static, i go get the switch, like my granny told me
and it’s loaded, got to squeezin’, hollows leavin’
these what cas’ get (casket) back to back, like a mausoleum
i’m a demon, iron dumpin’, we could fight or somethin’
but they say “watch out for lu he (luis) armstrong”
well i think i can trump it (trumpet)
you gon’ die for nothin’!
get the f_ck off my stage n_gga
merc a n_gga quick
and how you do a remix if the first one didn’t hit? b_tch!
shotgun, i drop sum’
you out here actin’ like a big dawg
but when you “whip it” you not one
crazy how you got shot, but i caught [?] one
b_tch, you can’t keep it real yourself
(suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide, k!ll yourself)

[round 3: lu castro]
ay uh, this my first time in oakland i told y’all
so i’ma just need y’all to fuc_ i said ay big dawg
(ay big dawg)
ay big dawg
(ay big dawg)
ay big dawg
(ay big dawg)
nah, wait, wait, wait, this n_gga like 5’2
ay lil dog
(ay lil dog)
ay lil dog

(ay lil dog)

ay it’s the big lu, 5’9 but when i rhyme i turn 6’2
lil dog’ll get the bag like a rich white woman with a shih tzu
dome shot!
better hope there’s a hospital near you on the fall
or “mr. former walmart employee”
gon’ turn to a future mural on the wall!
i need it all, before your ghost spin off, that’s a leavin’ soul
he become cold, now his face even/swole
two weeks later
church picture day; deacon_pose (decompose)
i’m ’bout to cook you
squeeze slugs, please dog
rum don’t let up, n_gga lu don’t ease up
granny’s house on thanksgiving; i just knew i was gon’ see cuz
gun smokin’, upon impact; lungs open
slugs broken, on bone marrow, no country for old men
only a few people get to see this part of the story
this for my close friends
that twinkle in your eye, you look happy to be alive
i’m finna dim this, as for cornell
cor’, nailed it, like a gymnast
i’m tired of the games, let’s run through the 4th quarter
i’m finna sim sh_t
no games, won’t change, spinnin’ in impalas
we throw things, out that chevy i won’t pull it?
n_gga every f_cking bar?
b_tch you ’bout to catch every f_ckin’ bullet!
the blik’ clapper, steel (steal) baby for rum; kidnapper
one round, i’mma light this b_tch up, it’s the “it factor”!
it’s lit today, you lookin’ for death? i could help ya’
bird blow, you ever seen a pigeon eat a alka_seltzer?
oh nah, fire
i’m finna black for the fans
paul bunyan while i’m huntin’, f_ck clappin’ a can
newlyweds, ‘cus b_tch i gotta (got a) axe (ask) for ya’ hand!
after i take an l, i’m not the n_gga to run into
they didn’t give me your name
i just alerted them i was huntin’ you, it’s fun for lu
oh a pinebox? a size one for you
so pick a buddy, before i pick your buddy
y’all better run in twos, “rum”
drive_by in a h_llcat we was spinnin’, “rum”
bullets ain’t got no names
but that engine how it hears when we was spinnin’
come and get it, sh_lls from the whip
pop your cork for the glory
now it’s tales from the crip (crypt)
forensics said his corpse told a story
i’m with the dumb_outs, drum out
hittin’ sh_t, i said steel out for no apparent reason
my n_ggas with the sh_ts
actions speak louder then words?
so i can apologize, but instead i’m fixin’ nit’ (it)
let’s get this sh_t, let’s get this sh_t
these shots is limitless, n_ggas breath of air, let’s limit this
i’m with the syndicate
let’s get this sh_t, let’s get this sh_t
n_ggas don’t need practice
yo’ you chained up, let me get some of that top_tier money
it’s time for this league to get repackaged
they tryna keep that money in efb and the brotherhood
that’s why these n_ggas doin’ rematches, we need classics
new classics, two ratchets, lu shootin’
i don’t wanna hear about what another n_gga beatin’_
n_gga you do it!
you in the way, of everything i planned to be
you won um3, i lost um1, oh you think you a better man then me?
it’s gnarly now, they pick him to win on every card he_ wow
i’ll mark him out, and drop rum outta nowehere
it’s a party foul
hawk him down, three flame
it ain’t nothin’ but a g thing
i’ll crack rum before i walk in the spot, we like the pre_game
big cannon, sh_t blammin’
do big damage, sh_t blew up his whole house
y’all won’t be throwin’ no more parties at the crip mansion
…and you better invite me to the next party at the crip mansion
it’s the big lu
that sh_t that y’all kickin’ is childish
somebody shoulda told him, bronx n_ggas the wildest

- urltv

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