Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: Rocky]
like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the same
Ever since this new fame came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started out
boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini a Mustang
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 courtyard
Braids I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws no laws

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

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

[Verse 4:
When you mention my name amongst white rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' bein', you would be in
Trouble to body or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's beyond the
I huddle with Nubians, new again
You in school at 10, late, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a duck
If I'm love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
climbin' up, wait, no I don't give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a show, Yelawolf

5: Danny Brown]
Weed a different color like a bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high Michael Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, shades on
Bitch pussy smell a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's
Bitch I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to
That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
is my synopsis, ostrich pot shit
Hoes on God shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and
tears of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic to vomit gin and tonic
Just honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?

6: Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake me
The reflection off the lake hit me
You should've with me
Now many Asian bitches lay me
The face is like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a horse
Red roses drop on boxes often
Confetti torture, drinking like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke the phantom
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me comin' through in state
Just so the lord put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist I've got the
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: casket rap, six
Eyes closed, the black is back, out the 'Lac with flats
that, bottles 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, when all had was wack
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and them hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a
Walk the plank or break a bank, been in the business of sinkin' ships
niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you a hit
Clear, your career, bitch, I was born here
a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born year
Get the fuck from here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you ever me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to drop album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't
In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a artist