Luyện nghe bài hát One By One (Revamped) *

I
I to a spliff
Light up
the mic and felt up

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

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

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

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

Really catch a nut from munchin' on
Hundreds please, honey make a peep
In 2G it's only our that we keep

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

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

You in the wrong
Seen the stupid look on face
Get done, Dunn like Warrick, but 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' over other cats' rhymes they instrumentals
Sacrifice mics, in front of my
You shit your insides out and go barefoot

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

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

And even more dead livin' upstate
Middletown New York where young girls and procreate
your local agent up for a fix
If you outta cake, I'll take duct-taped up

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

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

the weakest of the foodchain steps it up
You come complete with a lot of bullshit
Witness legendary tales as to clones
They like versions of Indiana Jones

[Unverified] lost, Temple of the chorus
Goin' out like the Last Crusade against the
You know my name like the blonde flame tryin' it
What Those are kids I spit on last year
soaking

Think about the battle before you em
You'd be better off a John Rocker 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 a savage garden
Eon run through New like Curtis Martin
The shit talker, the spittin'
I'm watchin' you little like a babysitter does

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

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

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