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 stop

One, two, yeah and you don't
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 like somethin' the microphone fiend spark
of reminiscing, of how it used to go down in the parks
Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas for miles and breath
Bass pounds the

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

Some a phenomenon, mic technician,
Spit the mic down the middle 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 for insight?

Well I'm back, never was
I right, be tighter than pin stripes
Born by mob boss, my in affect on the mic
it tight, with 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 some

Any mic I it in the grip of my palm
I it over the crowd
shit like Genghis Khan
Nonchalantly deliver the like drug 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 rhymes with the pen
the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin' innocence
Bust my nuts, bringin' rhymes to live Genesis
But critical in death there's a flautless

Tearin' up when 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 like a recipe
I implore, will show nuff disto my presence
Then I'm like the seven
Keepin' it tight 'cuz 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 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 don't

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

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

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 down in the

Blow up like a shuttle, I give you my rebuttle
Frame of mind, across state
Await the taste, me fine wines from Avidian
For those who select 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? only right

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