Luyện nghe bài hát It's 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, and you don't stop
One, two, huh and you stop
One, two, yeah and you don't
One, two, huh and you stop

Ahh, it out

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

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

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

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

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

I it's 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 hold it in the of my palm
I wave it over the
shit like Genghis Khan
Nonchalantly the flow like drug traffic schoolin'

Bringin' samatics to 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 on writin' the slick rhymes with the pen
Take the cherry from a tree, like a havin' innocence
my nuts, bringin' rhymes to live like Genesis
But critical renaissance in there's a flautless

Tearin' up when it comes to me pickin' up a cordless
One of New York's finest, on trip I co-incide with B Minus
Bringin' out the best in me, we formulatin' like a
I implore, will show nuff disto my presence
Then I'm divine the seven
Keepin' it tight 'cuz what 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 stop
One, two, huh and you stop

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

Microphone's I melt down, 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
only right, that I follow through competition

Be warning me, homicide rhymes or mad
To get flass or hurt, battin' me down
flex text expert, since 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 like
I slam the earth like a meteor
'Cuz take mine, leavin' you face down in the puddle

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

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

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