Luyện nghe bài hát One on One

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

These fagot MCs be on skis with the though
But it's all downhill hitting trees Sonny Bono, name a nigga
I couldn't burn and he 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 little pussy but I don't ass homeboy
I'm and wicked and this acquisition of riches
Is like bean pods and still fucking white bitches

I rap crazy, you better get fifty 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 lace with ill lines, 20 bar rhymes
My got long sentences like jail times
Press rewind, listen to when I cool out
I only fuck a bitch in the if she juiced out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And get a barrette 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

the sedative cause your shits repetitive
And played out, tried to run but it got rained out
thinking about this style until we came out
Took a detour some of y'all went the same route
about doing Punchline make me tickle

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