Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

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

2: Kendrick Lamar]
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
With a toe-tag, get off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," play ball
In a ballpark with all and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark K9 drone
That banana clip, from the rip
make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I choke ya
Spine out of place, give 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 like a vulture and drop off this cliff

[Verse 3: Bada$$]
even conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I prisons
Don't sell seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not type 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 block still to the rocks
And I it hurt me soul
I try to prevail, but I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you're only gon' end up dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for

4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' bein', you would be in
to body double or couple me to these others
Cause speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
That they put me in, my vision's beyond the
I huddle Nubians, new beginning 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' plus us?
Alabama's up, wait, no I don't give a
duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

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

[Verse 6: Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 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 many Asian bitches lay me
The face is silky a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean
Red roses on boxes very often
Confetti torture, drinking Henny I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke the phantom
Damn this tastes like fantastic
You see me comin' in each state
Just so the lord put the fork inside the cheesecake
to my wrist 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 breath: rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the is back, out come the 'Lac with flats
After that, 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, when all 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
the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that anchor with
cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born
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, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like
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 won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the in me, so why can't you?
In to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, rebel past
Fuck your flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in living
I'm like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist