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 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 stop
One, two, huh and you stop

Ahh, it out

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

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

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

The way I do this, switch up the
So smooth you persuie it
I'm raw underground sewage you
This shit for

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

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

Any mic I hold it in the grip of my
I it over the crowd
Dictatin' shit Genghis Khan
Nonchalantly 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 flaunt it
Born to live, a life and die until

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 critical renaissance in 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 co-incide with B
Bringin' out the best in me, we like a recipe
What I implore, will show nuff my presence
Then I'm divine the seven
Keepin' it 'cuz what safice is raw nigga, it's only right

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

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

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

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

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

Straight up, I rhyme for niggas
I prove myself, for years on the mic
On level of being
What's the B It's only right

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

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