Luyện nghe bài hát One By One (Revamped) *

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I to a spliff
myself up
Ignite the mic and up

Your butter 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 Space Invaders

so close, made you liable
Turn your Rap to the false idols
I bringin' doom to the groom
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 on deez
Hundreds please, don't make a peep
In 2G it's only our word we keep

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

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

You in the place
Seen the stupid on your 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 thrown in this life form wit essentials
Like screamin' over other cats' rhymes like instrumentals
Sacrifice mics, in of my following
You shit your out and go barefoot wallowing

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

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

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

You in the wrong
You in the time
You the wrong 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 get done
morning, every evening

When the weakest of the foodchain it up
You might come complete 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 the blonde flame tryin' clone it
What opponents? Those are kids I on last year
soaking

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

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

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

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

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