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 been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank
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
to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the game with the hustling
(I one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably D in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go
to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws

[Verse 2: Kendrick
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a
I roll past and I blaze 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 cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that like K9 drone
That banana clip, from the rip
I'll make that say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then must've froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the was
I carry traits of a traumatized
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap like you ta
Darts at your posters, nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I slice my wrist
Or pretend like a and drop off this cliff

[Verse 3: Bada$$]
even conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows like
I'm on my convict, don't bars, I drop prisons
sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the and the -isms
The and the killin', so given
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 from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt sales
you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the for real

[Verse 4:
you mention my name amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my is beyond the bubble
That 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 flying
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a show, Yelawolf

[Verse 5: Brown]
Weed a different color like a bra and panties
And my flow be like pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, shades on
Bitch pussy smell like a
Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst penis
Bitch when I say this I 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 prima donna at the
Adonis smokin' 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?

[Verse 6: Action
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 Asian 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
Confetti torture, Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Georgia and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The cloud of like the phantom
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me comin' in each state
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: casket rap, six
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the with flats
After that, bottles I pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, when all they had was
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, been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you a hit
Clear, fuck career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' I was choppin' blade
grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my
I put on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why you?
In order to come up close, you'll to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping benji on your wifey's ass
out of line, but in living color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true