Luyện nghe bài hát It's Only Right

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

Ahh, it out

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

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

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

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

Well I'm back, was gone
What I right, be tighter than pin
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 ready to throw down, we ready to a party
So if ya ready to have a party, make some

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

Bringin' samatics to this rap
Bonafied, mic set you see me on it
Master the art, so now I flaunt it
to live, a life and die until then

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

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

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 don't

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 stop

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

Be me, homicide rhymes or mad rounds
To get flass or hurt, battin' me down
Contents flex text expert, since my date
like a stick bin, injection

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

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

up, I don't rhyme for niggas
I prove myself, for years on the mic
On another level of
What's the B Minus? only right

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

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