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

Ahh, it out

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

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

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

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

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, with out a is raw, it's only right

I it's hot, we hot too
You ready to down, we ready to have 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 the crowd
Dictatin' like Genghis Khan
Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug 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 then

I'mma keep on the slick rhymes with the pen
the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin' innocence
Bust my nuts, rhymes 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 with B Minus
Bringin' out the best in me, we like a recipe
What I implore, will show nuff disto my
Then I'm divine the seven
Keepin' it tight what safice is raw nigga, it's only right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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