Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling like a vigilante or a
my A$AP killers get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been thinking all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the amount
Ever since this new star came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started out
boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini from a
Drugs slang in the drug game the hustling
(I one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in your local
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go
Down to my inlaws, outlaws with no laws

[Verse 2: Kendrick
We outlawed then I bogart, any that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a
I roll past and I y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play
In a with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark K9 drone
That clip, straight from the rip
I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on shit
If I'm not the then Hell must've froze over
You it was safe then forgot what the code was
I carry of a traumatized soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might ya
Spine right out of place, me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm ta, I might slice my wrist
Or like a vulture and drop off this cliff

3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, talking to my
Gettin' deeper in these flows like
I'm on my convict, drop bars, I drop prisons
Don't rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not type of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt sales
Like you're only end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the for real

4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you be in
Trouble to double or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the
That put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new again
You in school at 10, late, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I give a
duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy clot
Ain't never no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

[Verse 5: Danny
a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst penis
Bitch when I say this I this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch Earth to Venus
That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
That is my synopsis, ostrich pot
Hoes on God shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka prima at the concert
smokin' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?

[Verse 6: Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake me
The moon's reflection off the hit me
You stayed with me
Now many bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a
My gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on boxes very
torture, drinking Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the
this shit tastes like fantastic
You see me comin' through in each
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the
to my wrist I've got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I'm a man, try not to eat ham

7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit like my last breath: rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the with flats
After that, I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, all they had was wack
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish your
The aftermath, ask LeBron, palm slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the of sinkin' ships
Chokin' out with the anchors that they anchor with
cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born
a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to drop another
B.B. saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in living
I'm more like Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist