Luyện nghe bài hát One By One (Revamped) *

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

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

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

Standin' so close, made you
your Rap Bible to the false idols
I been doom to the groom
Snatchin' up the

hoch paragraphs, invest in ebola
Fuck you up like Pop and Coco-Cola
to be cute like Mun Chi Chi

Really catch a nut from on deez
Hundreds please, don't make a peep
In 2G it's only our word we keep

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

You in the place
You in the time
You with the wrong
Peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, evening

You in the place
Seen the stupid look on your
Get done, Dunn Warrick, but never even saw it
Yo Cage em how you go
Inject the raw shit, MC's forfeit

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

Swallowing, crosses, I'm nauseous
Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, flosses
Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft shits
My name stand between MC's lips clits

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

And there's even more dead upstate
Middletown New York where young and dogs procreate
Call your local up for a fix
If you outta cake, I'll duct-taped up playmates

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

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

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

[Unverified] lost, Temple of Doom the
Goin' out like the Last against the Source
You know my name like the blonde flame tryin' it
What opponents? Those are I spit on last year
Still

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

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

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 time
You with the someone
Peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, evening

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