Luyện nghe bài hát Oral Sex ('99)

"Death on the phono, my are dolo
You say 'oh no', you ass homo"
---> (Scenario remix)

Verse One: Ras

I'ma kick it to frankly
so all weak niggaz can hate me
jealous 'cause they know I'm the shit, Mr. Hankey
reintroducing Ras Kass, the
I'm too deep, you Too
on two feet, drownin' in two feet, kapeesh?
I defy the feat by on beat, fuck how you feel
I've got an oral fixation with liquid razors
so ill that cut through steel
So if my album sell 3 mil
I'm slashing every rapper a deal
Every nigga with a video like Seal
'Kiss From a Rose' - Not, more a peck from Jada'
with a spectator
ranked this nigga 45 in Blaze 50 MCs
lookin but I beg to differ, though
body of
my molecular structure based on the of elements
I'm Cmx4, Nl3, Iv3, Tg2, Rd4, Ms4, Gr1, At5 (????!!!)
I'm complex curriculums combinded
a next innovator with invigorating rhymes
plus thuged out, but revolutionary with minds
spit my with grime
five years ahead of my
two and five,
I'ma be nigga beatin' down traffic cops at stop signs
put that in you're glass and smoke it
who the dopest? if Ras it, loc'est
The most focused wrote the opus, of the Threat
Fost focus richest the could get it like
I'm transmitted, bidditch
Yeah, yeah, D make it ill for me, spit it

"Death on the phono, my skills are
You say 'oh no', you ass homo"

Verse Two: Ras

that underground b-boy shit
just a and a rhyme
as simplified as a heat and a
true lyricists always get
I rarely masturbate dog, but I always be feelin' myself
I rep' State Warriors, I rep' The Horsemen
get pissy drunk and forced to break the
God, I'm than Cupid, stupid
is Lust, so my glands release hollow point endorphins
Bitch nigga, I'm morphin' into a larson
forcin' men into a forced a-dult abortion
it scorchin'
hot to death drop it artic
so MCs shatter like glass next a nigga sparks shit
make sense/cents, if I don't make dollars
ghetto scholar
Y'all like seedless grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie bitches pop pussy while my pimp niggaz pop they collars
and pop stars- the last days of disco
it's all me-me-me-me-me
cause I'm out with a big dick, though
You faggot like
You thumbs six feet like Ebert & Gene Siskel
I'm with my Father's complexion and my Mother's features
I'm unique, different all other creatures
I be rocking a black doo rag pigeons youse a motherfuckin fool
and they be like 'you look like Ja Rule, but cool'
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky niggaz look alike, boo
let the pen stroke, so the track have a attack
you blind, baby, give your cataracts
matter of fact, face it, I'm not the norm
graphic than porn
I'm like eye witnessin' a get his rib cage crushed
lung pulled by a raging horn
I put it on a uniform