Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get they ready
Send 'em to the cemetary with
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 the same amount
Ever since this new star fame about
Or ever since me and Drizzy hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his hang
to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs in the drug game with the hustling
(I one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, selling 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 then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a
I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," let's play
In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I cold
My K hot, 9 cold, that bark like K9 drone
That clip, straight from the rip
make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the then Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might ya
Spine out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm ta, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend like a and drop off this cliff

3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these flows like
I'm on my convict, don't bars, I drop prisons
Don't sell rocks seen the through the prisms
bypassed the bias and the -isms
The and the killin', so given
They my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that type of
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 I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you're gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, you the best for real

[Verse 4:
When you mention my name other white rappers
Or for that matter, any rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' bein', you would be in
Trouble to body or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the
That put me in, my vision's 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 climbin' up, wait, no I give a
duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a Coachella show,

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

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

I fixed the game between Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke the phantom
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me through in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist got the briefcase
The slam, I'm a free 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, when all they had was
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and them hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm slap a
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you a hit
Clear, your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, my born year
Get the fuck 'round here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin'
grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take shit up with my bass
I put that on my sub, how you ever doubt me?
Most rappers 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, Dixie rebel
Fuck your Louis flag, benji tags on your wifey's ass
out of line, but in living color?
I'm like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist