Luyện nghe bài hát One By One (Revamped) *

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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 rap czars
Fascist
Dick Starbuck and I'm Space Invaders

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

I'll paragraphs, invest in ebola
Fuck you up Pop Rocks and Coco-Cola
Tryin' to be 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 that we

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

You in the wrong
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 forfeit

I was thrown in life form wit basic essentials
Like screamin' over other cats' like they instrumentals
Sacrifice mics, in of my following
You your insides out and go barefoot wallowing

Swallowing, woodern crosses, I'm
Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, flosses
Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which
My name stand between lips like clits

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

And there's 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 up playmates

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

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

When the weakest of the foodchain it up
You might come with a lot of bullshit
Witness legendary as opposed to clones
like microscopic versions of Indiana Jones

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

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

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

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 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