Luyện nghe bài hát One on One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When my flow like pennies, dimes and nickels
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 with Ras and