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

Ahh, it out

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

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

Some a phenomenon, mic technician,
Spit the mic down the 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, up the fluid
So smooth you wanna it
I'm raw like sewage you
shit for insight?

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

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

Any mic I it in the grip of my palm
I wave it the crowd
Dictatin' shit like Khan
Nonchalantly deliver the flow drug traffic schoolin'

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

Tearin' shit up it comes to me pickin' up a cordless
One of New York's finest, on this trip I co-incide B Minus
Bringin' out the best in me, we formulatin' a recipe
What I implore, show nuff disto my presence
Then I'm like the seven
Keepin' it tight 'cuz what safice is raw nigga, 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 don't
One, two, huh and you stop
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 third verse
Because, this is what I want, to gain control of that
It's only right, that I follow through

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

Inside ya stream, digest what I manifest
O.C., you best by me, others are like
I slam the earth a meteor 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 state
Await the taste, me like fine from Avidian
For those who wanna select cyphers to stash

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

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