Luyện nghe bài hát One on One

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

These fagot MCs be on skis with the microphone
But all downhill hitting trees like Sonny Bono, name a nigga
I couldn't burn and he probably created the in six days
I shot at Jesus with a tech times

Hanging the with six strings, the name is Ras Kass
Might eat a little pussy but I kiss ass homeboy
I'm and wicked and this acquisition of riches
Is like selling pods and still fucking white bitches

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

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

Going new routes to my composure
Anticipated while you screaming to get exposure
Rap in the cipher I'm first to set it
My lyrics get the U.S. Open playing tennis

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

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

Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas bitches
Collect riches, bone chickens without
And spitting mad rhymes in your direction
Always repping get you like sea sections

I rhyme greata set it off Jada
My flava leave a shook like vibrators
Rap composer of the hit your over
I make an MC cry just Robin on Ophra

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

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

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

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

And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to 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 ass like Savion Glover

That the sedative your shits repetitive
And out, tried to run game but it got rained out
Wasn't thinking about style until we came out
Took a detour when some of y'all the same route
Thoughts doing Punchline make me tickle

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