Luyện nghe bài hát One on One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, my styles viscous, put before bitches
Collect riches, bone without trickin'
And stay mad rhymes in your direction
Always repping get you open sea sections

I rhyme greata set it off without
My flava leave a nigga like vibrators
Rap composer of the hit your styles
I make an MC cry just like on Ophra

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

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

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

I be on some bullshit the unamits and vigorous rhyming
And until Buchwhick Bill dunking on Kobe Bryant
I'm pressure, check out my melody the eighteenth letter
The first letter the nineteenth 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 your shits repetitive
And played out, to run game 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 make me tickle

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