Luyện nghe bài hát It's Only Right

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One, two, huh and you don't
One, two, yeah and you don't
One, two, huh and you stop

One, two, and you don't stop
One, two, huh and you don't
One, two, yeah and you stop
One, two, huh and you don't

Ahh, it out

Style like somethin' the microphone would spark
Sort of reminiscing, of how it used to go in the parks
Equipment ropped off, you can the vagas echo for miles and breath
Bass pounds the

Thunder vibration like a tremble from a earthquake and
O.C. a classic in the making, mental thoughts
My physical words
Hot in my mouth like a joust, no

a phenomenon, mic technician, electrician
Spit the mic down the middle an El Producto
And the resin, then asapoltin' this shit
Gift to a rhyme, make rap a stared son

The way I do this, switch up the
So you wanna persuie it
I'm raw like underground you
This for insight?

Well I'm back, was gone
What I right, be tighter than pin
Born by mob boss, my in affect on the mic
Keep it tight, out a fight is raw, it's only right

I know hot, we hot too
You ready to down, we ready to have a party
So if ya ready to have a party, some noise

Any mic I it in the grip of my palm
I it over the crowd
Dictatin' shit like Genghis
Nonchalantly the flow like drug traffic schoolin'

samatics to this rap shit
Bonafied, mic set you see me on it
Master the art, so now I just it
Born to live, a life and die until

I'mma keep on writin' the rhymes with the pen
Take the from a tree, like a virgin havin' innocence
Bust my nuts, bringin' rhymes to like Genesis
But critical in death there's a flautless

Tearin' shit up when it comes to me up a cordless
One of New York's finest, on this trip I co-incide with B
Bringin' out the best in me, we formulatin' a recipe
What I implore, will show nuff disto my
I'm divine like the seven
Keepin' it 'cuz what safice is raw nigga, it's only right

One, two, yeah and you don't
One, two, huh and you stop
One, two, yeah and you don't
One, two, huh and you stop

One, two, yeah and you stop
One, two, huh and you don't
One, two, and you don't stop
One, two, huh and you don't

Microphone's I melt down, slap crowns, 'em out of bounds
Crush ya crowd, as I lay my third verse
Because, is what I want, to gain control of that position
only right, that I follow through competition

Be warning me, homicide rhymes or mad
To get flass or hurt, battin' me down
Contents flex text expert, my born date
5/13/71 like a stick bin,

ya blood stream, digest what I manifest
O.C., you best by me, others are mediocre
I slam the earth a meteor right
'Cuz I'mma mine, leavin' you face down in the puddle

up like a shuttle, when I give you my rebuttle
Frame of mind, across state
Await the taste, me like wines from Avidian
For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers

Straight up, I don't for niggas
I myself, stylin' for years on the mic
On another level of
What's the B Minus? It's only

One, two, yeah and you don't
One, two, huh and you stop
One, two, and you don't stop
One, two, huh and you don't

One, two, and you don't stop
One, two, huh and you stop
One, two, yeah and you stop
One, two, huh and you don't