Luyện nghe bài hát It's Only Right

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

Ahh, it out

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

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

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

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

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

I know 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 grip of my
I it over the crowd
Dictatin' shit like Genghis
Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug schoolin'

Bringin' to this rap shit
Bonafied, mic set you see me on it
Master the art, so now I flaunt it
Born to live, a life and die then

I'mma keep on the slick rhymes with the pen
Take the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin'
my nuts, bringin' rhymes to live like Genesis
But renaissance in death there's a flautless

shit up when it comes to me pickin' up a cordless
One of New York's finest, on trip I co-incide with B Minus
Bringin' out the best in me, we like a recipe
I implore, will show nuff disto my presence
Then I'm divine the seven
it tight 'cuz what safice is raw nigga, it's only right

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 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 stop

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

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

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

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

Straight up, I rhyme for niggas
I myself, stylin' 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 don't
One, two, yeah and you stop
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 stop
One, two, huh and you don't