Luyện nghe bài hát 1Train

[Verse 1: A$AP
like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols
'em to the cemetary with obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the same
Ever this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
Transition to a Lamborghini a Mustang
Drugs slang in the game with the hustling
(I know one thing) is better than that 1 train
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, selling D in your local courtyard
like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, outlaws with no laws
[Verse 2: Lamar]
We outlawed I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate like, "Mmm mmm," let's play ball
In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I cold
My K hot, 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone
That clip, straight from the rip
I'll make shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then Hell froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might ya
Spine out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
at your posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I slice my wrist
Or like a vulture and drop off this cliff
3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows like
I'm on my convict, don't bars, I drop prisons
Don't rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow the bias and the -isms
The and the killin', so given
They my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only their sales
Like only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the for real
[Verse 4:
When you mention my name amongst white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to these
comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new again
You in at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck
If I'm love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show,
[Verse 5: Danny
Weed a different color like a bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael Jackson loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, shades on
Bitch pussy smell a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst penis
Bitch I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, from Earth to Venus
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
That is my synopsis, pot shit
Hoes on some God shit, it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and
Just honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
[Verse 6: Bronson]
Swiftly, I the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker so you know I the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off the hit me
You stayed with me
Now Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean
Red roses drop on very often
Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Lofton

I the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The cloud of like the phantom
Damn this shit tastes like
You see me comin' through in state
Just so the lord could put the fork the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist I've got the
The gavel slam, I'm a man, try not to eat ham
7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit like my last casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the with flats
After that, bottles I pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, all they had was wack
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of ships
Chokin' niggas out with the that they anchor with
cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy like Everglades
me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you ever me?
rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why you?
In order to up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, rebel past
Fuck your flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in living
I'm like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist