Luyện nghe bài hát It's Only Right

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

Ahh, it out

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

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 a joust, no doubt

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

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

Well I'm back, was gone
What I right, be than pin stripes
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 throw down, we ready to have a
So if ya to have a party, make some noise

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

I'mma keep on writin' the slick with the pen
Take the cherry from a tree, like a virgin innocence
my nuts, bringin' rhymes to live like Genesis
But critical in death 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
out the best in me, we formulatin' like a recipe
What I implore, will show disto my presence
I'm divine like the seven
Keepin' it tight 'cuz what safice is raw nigga, it's only

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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