Luyện nghe bài hát It's Only Right

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One, two, huh and you don't
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
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Ahh, it out

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

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

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

The way I do this, up the fluid
So smooth you persuie it
I'm raw like 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 ready to throw down, we ready to a party
So if ya ready to a party, make some noise

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

Bringin' 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 then

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

Tearin' shit up when it to me pickin' up a cordless
One of New York's finest, on this I co-incide with B Minus
Bringin' out the best in me, we like a recipe
What I implore, will show disto 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 don't
One, two, huh and you stop
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
One, two, yeah and you don't
One, two, huh and you stop

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

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

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

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

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

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