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
to be helped up
Snatch rap belt up

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was thrown in this life form wit basic
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 MC's lips like clits

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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