Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: Rocky]
like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my killers get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary obituaries
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 'round the same
Ever since this new star came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
Transition to a Lamborghini from a
Drugs slang in the drug with 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, outlaws with no laws

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

[Verse 3: Joey
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 sell rocks seen the spectrum through the
Somehow the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They seen my pigment and thought was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock Jigga
And I'm 'bout signin' to the Roc
But my on the block still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach it hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end up either or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for

[Verse 4:
When you mention my amongst other white rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin'
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the
they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new again
You in at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a duck
If I'm love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's up, wait, no I don't give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold 2Pac was froze
And out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

5: Danny Brown]
Weed a different like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
cause I'm high like Michael Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, shades on
pussy smell like 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, 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, and awkward
Cryin' tears of prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't ironic?

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

I fixed the game Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me comin' through in each
Just so the lord could put the fork the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist 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 the 'Lac with flats
After that, bottles I pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all you had was
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 wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's my country ways
on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, paint like Everglades
me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how you ever doubt me?
Most hoping the world end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't
In order to come up close, you'll to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true