Luyện nghe bài hát One on One

Yeah, once presenting, Kid Capri
Ras the waterproof MC, Punchline

These MCs be on skis with the microphone though
But it's all downhill hitting trees like Bono, name a nigga
I burn and he probably created the Earth in six days
I at Jesus with a tech fives times

Hanging the with six strings, the name is Ras Kass
Might eat a pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboy
I'm and wicked and this acquisition of riches
Is like selling bean pods and still fucking bitches

I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to me
Or ace me, been rhyming 220 AD
You feel gazy, I'm top ten the raps
Off the you scratch like serial numbers on gats

I tracks with ill lines, 20 bar rhymes
My verses got long sentences jail times
rewind, listen to jams when I cool out
I only fuck a bitch in the park if she out

Going new to maintain my composure
Anticipated while you still to get exposure
Rap soldier in the I'm first to set it
My lyrics get the U.S. without playing tennis

Vindictive my voice is beyond John Blaze
I'm John Cremation, you conversation with
Of me leaving blood stains from to Venus
Them so called rap stars still be living
they momma like an unborn fetus

As soon as you on stage I'ma destroy you with the truth
Like the Lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth
Or poof, plucked in your goose
A angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse

Yo, my viscous, put niggas before bitches
Collect riches, chickens without trickin'
And stay spitting mad in your direction
Always repping get you open like sea

I greata set it off without Jada
My flava leave a shook like vibrators
Rap of the hit your styles over
I make an MC cry just Robin on Ophra

Give you the shoulder guess who rhymes slicker
I gross figures, light on shady niggas
And write rhymes, roast niggas take mine
Gave to so many styles I should have my tubes tied

One time, when need concentration
Embarrassed, I like getting caught masturbating
I'm fascinating, I make you in your sorrow
the bottle you get your childish style fondled

My rap tactics make you want to go home and
Match this, drop jewels like Rackis
I come rough for all niggas front
I'm all that five mics and for the month

I be on bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming
And until Buchwhick Bill starts dunking on Bryant
I'm applying pressure, check out my the eighteenth letter
The first letter the letter for cheddar

And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the
To make the deader then Coretta, King's husband
Who had a dream, I get in you no Vaseline
And rubber so I tap that ass like Savion Glover

the sedative cause your shits repetitive
And played out, to run game but it got rained out
Wasn't about this style until we came out
Took a detour when some of went the same route
Thoughts about doing Punchline make me

When my flow changes pennies, dimes and nickels
Organized we make the girls realize
We niggas like a small dick size
Now you click nines, front and sip wines
mine, can't mess with Ras and Punchline