Luyện nghe bài hát It's Only Right

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

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

Ahh, it out

like somethin' the microphone fiend would spark
Sort of reminiscing, of how it to go down in the parks
Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas echo for miles and
Bass the asphalt

Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a and
O.C. a in the making, mental make thoughts
My form words
Hot in my like a joust, no doubt

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

The way I do this, up the fluid
So smooth you persuie it
I'm raw like sewage you
shit for insight?

Well I'm back, never was
What I right, be tighter pin stripes
by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic
Keep it tight, out a fight is raw, it's only right

I it's hot, we hot too
You to throw down, we ready to have a party
So if ya ready to have a party, make some

Any mic I it in the grip of my palm
I wave it the crowd
Dictatin' shit like Khan
deliver the flow like drug traffic schoolin'

Bringin' samatics to this rap
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
the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin' innocence
Bust my nuts, bringin' rhymes to live like
But critical renaissance in death there's a

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

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

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

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

Inside ya stream, digest what I manifest
O.C., you best by me, others are mediocre
I slam the earth like a meteor
'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 lines
Await the taste, me fine 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 of being
What's the B Minus? It's right

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

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