Luyện nghe bài hát One By One (Revamped) *

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I to a spliff
Light up
the mic and felt up

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

the tron, Eon the phenom
I'm on par rap czars
dictators
Dick Starbuck and I'm playin' Space

Standin' so close, you liable
Turn your Rap Bible to the false
I been bringin' doom to the
Snatchin' up the

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

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

You in the wrong
You in the wrong
You with the wrong
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, evening

You in the place
Seen the look on your face
Get done, like Warrick, but never even saw it
Yo show em how you go
Inject the raw shit, MC's gonna

I was thrown in this life form wit essentials
screamin' over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentals
Sacrifice mics, in front of my
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 which
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 third eye
Wild shit this comes from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's dead

And there's even dead livin' upstate
Middletown New where young girls and dogs procreate
Call your 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 place
You in the time
You the wrong someone
Peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, evening

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

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

Think the battle before you start em
You'd be better off with a Rocker jersey up in Harlem
Shitted on the Tidybowl man, his boat
Left him fuckin' drownin' in the trek I quote

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

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

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

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