Luyện nghe bài hát One on One

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

These MCs be on skis with the microphone though
But it's all downhill trees like Sonny Bono, name a nigga
I couldn't burn and he created the Earth in six days
I shot at with a tech fives times

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

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

I lace tracks ill lines, 20 bar rhymes
My verses got long sentences like jail
Press rewind, listen to when I cool out
I only fuck a in the park if she juiced out

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

Vindictive my voice pitch is John Blaze
I'm Cremation, you conversation with aspirations
Of me blood stains from Earth to Venus
Them so called rap stars will be living
With they momma like an fetus

As soon as you step on stage destroy you with the truth
Like the Ricki Lake show, come out the soundproof booth
Or poof, plucked in bubble goose
A lost angel, I at an angle that's obtuse

Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas bitches
Collect riches, bone chickens trickin'
And stay spitting mad rhymes in your
Always repping get you open sea sections

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

you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker
I gross figures, shed light on niggas
And write rhymes, roast niggas that mine
birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tied

One time, rappers need concentration
Embarrassed, I nigga getting caught masturbating
I'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your
Clutch the bottle you get your style fondled

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

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

And get a explosive tip shredders to make the rum-redder
To make the deader Coretta, Scott King's husband
Who had a dream, I get in you with no
And burn rubber so I tap that ass like Glover

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

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