Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling like a or a missionary
Tell my killers get they pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary with
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 star came about
Or since me and Drizzy started hangin' out
boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug with the hustling
(I know one thing) is better than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm
Dee, probably selling D in your local
Braids I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no

[Verse 2: Kendrick
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects 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 sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme
My K hot, 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone
That banana clip, straight the rip
make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest Hell must've froze over
You it was safe then forgot what the code was
I traits of a traumatized soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might ya
Spine out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
at your 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 conscious, talking to my conscience
deeper in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I prisons
Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum the prisms
Somehow bypassed the and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
I am not that type of niglet
But the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with
And I'm thinkin' signin' to the Roc
But my on the block still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only their sales
Like you're only end up either dead or in jail
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, park dirt ditch diggin'
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would 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 beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new again
You in school at 10, late, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying
If I'm love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's up, wait, no I don't give a
duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, blood clot
Ain't never no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

[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
on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch pussy smell a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's
Bitch when I say this I this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch Earth to Venus
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
That is my synopsis, ostrich pot
on some God shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, heartless and
Cryin' tears of vodka donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' chronic 'bout to gin and tonic
Just honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?

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

I fixed the game Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The of smoke like the phantom
this shit tastes like fantastic
You see me comin' through in each
Just so the lord could put the fork the cheesecake
Cuffed to my 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 casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac with
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, when all had was wack
All I was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin'
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor
Resuscitations the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, your career, bitch, I was born here
a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country
Suckin' on momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, that shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to another album
B.B. saw the king 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 Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
out of line, but in living color?
I'm more like Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist