Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling like a vigilante or a
Tell my killers get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary with
be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is the same amount
Ever since new star fame came about
Or ever me and Drizzy started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his hang
Transition to a Lamborghini from a
Drugs slang in the drug with the hustling
(I know one thing) is better than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in local courtyard
like 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 and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's ball
In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9
That clip, straight from the rip
I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on shit
If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze
You it was safe then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a soldier
Don't look in my face, I snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my
Or like a vulture and drop off this cliff

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

[Verse 4:
When you my name amongst other white rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to these
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the
That they put me in, my vision's the Hubble's
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?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't a
duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy clot
never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

5: Danny Brown]
Weed a color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high Michael Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with on
Bitch pussy smell a penguin
hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch when I say I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
so big, stretch from Earth to Venus
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
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 chronic 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't ironic?

6: Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I the Bimmer 860
A heavy so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moon's off the lake hit me
You should've stayed me
Now many bitches lay with me
The face is like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach a Chilean 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, selling Sarandon
The cloud of like the phantom
Damn this shit tastes like
You see me comin' in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the
Cuffed to my I've got the briefcase
The slam, I'm a free man, try not to eat ham

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