Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling like a or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get pistols ready
Send 'em to the with obituaries
be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the amount
Ever this new star fame came about
Or since me and Drizzy started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
Transition to a Lamborghini a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' I'm Boyar-
Dee, selling D in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no

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

[Verse 3: Bada$$]
Barely conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows like
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I prisons
sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow the bias and the -isms
The and the killin', so given
They seen my pigment and that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got 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 swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt sales
Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in
But you my nigga, wish you the best for

4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, it
Painter, skater, musician, park dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you be in
Trouble to body double or me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's the Hubble's
I with Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin'
And so? GREAT. Do I give a duck
If I'm applyin' to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show,

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

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

I fixed the game Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Susan
The of smoke like the phantom
Damn this shit tastes like
You see me comin' through in each
Just so the lord put the fork inside 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,
like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac 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, all they had was wack
All I was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, palm slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of ships
niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was here
a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born year
Get the fuck 'round here, that's just my country ways
on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, hoes, candy paint like Everglades
me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how could you 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 you?
In to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more like Miya on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist