Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling like a or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols
Send 'em to the with obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been thinking all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the same
Ever since this new star fame about
Or ever since me and started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his hang
Transition to a Lamborghini a Mustang
Drugs in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is better than 1 train
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably selling D in local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no

2: Kendrick Lamar]
We outlawed I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," play ball
In a with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark 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 must've froze
You it was safe then forgot what the code was
I carry of a traumatized soldier
Don't in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might my wrist
Or pretend like a and drop off this cliff

[Verse 3: Joey
Barely even conscious, to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I prisons
Don't sell rocks seen the spectrum through the
Somehow bypassed the bias and the
The and the killin', so given
They seen my pigment and thought that was the
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block 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
you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for

[Verse 4:
you mention my name amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' bein', you would 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 beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new again
You in school at 10, late, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck
If I'm applyin' to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since was froze
And thawed out for spot at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

[Verse 5: Danny
Weed a color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with on
pussy smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit with my enemy's penis
when I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from 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 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 shift the 860
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the Blake me
The moon's off the lake hit me
You should've stayed me
Now many bitches lay with me
The face is silky a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach a Chilean horse
Red roses on boxes very often
Confetti torture, 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 tastes fantastic
You see me through in each state
so the lord could 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,
Spit like my last breath: rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac 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 was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them and fuck 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
Chokin' out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born
Get the fuck from here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with 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 won't have to drop another
B.B. saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, rebel past
Fuck your flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
out of line, but in living color?
I'm more like Miya on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist