Luyện nghe bài hát One By One (Revamped) *

I
I shapeshift to a
myself up
Ignite the mic and up

butter shit get melt up
Your mic is on
Needs to be up
your rap belt up

Blaze the tron, Eon the
I'm on par with rap
Fascist
Dick Starbuck and I'm playin' Invaders

so close, made you liable
Turn Rap Bible to the false idols
I bringin' doom to the groom
up the bridal

I'll hoch paragraphs, invest in
Fuck you up like Pop and Coco-Cola
Tryin' to be like Mun Chi Chi

Really a nut from munchin' on deez
Hundreds please, honey don't make a
In 2G only our word that we keep

You in the wrong
You in the wrong
You the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, poets get done
One by one, by one by one

You in the place
You in the time
You the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, poets get done
morning, every evening

You in the wrong
Seen the stupid look on face
Get done, Dunn like Warrick, but never saw it
Yo show em how you go
the raw shit, MC's gonna forfeit

I was in this life form wit basic essentials
Like screamin' over other rhymes like they instrumentals
Sacrifice mics, in of my following
You shit your insides out and go barefoot

Swallowing, woodern crosses, I'm
Fourth the horses, insect lynches, dental flosses
Don't practice witchcraft, I got a which shits
My name stand between MC's lips like

Threw you off the roof 'cuz you thought ass was fly
Till I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your eye
Wild shit like this from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's more

And there's even more dead upstate
Middletown New York where young girls and dogs
your local agent up for a fix
If you outta cake, I'll take up playmates

You in the place
You in the wrong
You with the someone
Smut Peddlers, poets get done
One by one, by one by one

You in the wrong
You in the wrong
You the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get
morning, every evening

When the weakest of the steps it up
You might complete with a lot of bullshit
Witness legendary tales as opposed to
They microscopic versions of Indiana Jones

lost, Temple of Doom the chorus
Goin' out like the Last Crusade the Source
You know my name like the flame tryin' clone it
What Those are kids I spit on last year
soaking

Think about the before you start em
You'd be better off with a John jersey up in Harlem
Shitted on the man, left his boat
Left him fuckin' drownin' in the trek that I

I turn your tranquil land into a savage
Eon run New York like Curtis Martin
The shit talker, the litterbug
I'm you little children like a babysitter does

You in the place
You in the time
You with the wrong
Smut Peddlers, false get done
One by one, by one by one

You in the place
You in the time
You with the someone
Smut Peddlers, poets get done
morning, every evening

One by one
One by one
One by one
One by one