Luyện nghe bài hát Oral Sex ('99)

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

Verse Ras Kass

I'ma kick it to frankly
so all y'all weak niggaz can me
jealous 'cause they know I'm the shit, Mr. Hankey
reintroducing Ras Kass, the
I'm too deep, you Too
Standin' on two feet, in two feet, kapeesh?
I defy the by defecating on beat, fuck how you feel
I've got an oral fixation with spitting liquid
so ill that they cut through
So if my ever sell 3 mil
I'm slashing every rapper with a
Every nigga with a video look like
From a Rose' - Not, more like a peck from Jada'
even with a
ranked nigga 45 in Blaze 50 greatest MCs
good lookin but I beg to differ,
of evidence
my molecular based on the table of elements
I'm Cmx4, Nl3, Iv3, Tg2, Rd4, Ms4, Gr1, At5 (????!!!)
I'm with curriculums combinded
a next level with invigorating rhymes
plus slightly thuged out, but revolutionary with
spit my message with
years ahead of my time
two and five,
I'ma be that nigga beatin' down traffic cops at stop
put that in you're glass and smoke it
who the dopest? if Ras spoke it,
The most focused wrote the opus, Nature of the
Fost richest the bok'est could get it like
I'm sexually transmitted,
Yeah, yeah, Evil D make it ill for me, it

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

Verse Two: Ras

that underground b-boy shit
just a beat and a
as simplified as a heat and a
true lyricists get felt
'cause I rarely dog, but I always be feelin' myself
I rep' Golden State Warriors, I rep' The
get drunk and forced to break the porcelin
God, I'm worse than Cupid,
is Lust, so my glands release hollow point endorphins
Bitch nigga, I'm morphin' into a larson
grown men into a forced a-dult abortion
make it
hot to then drop it artic
so MCs shatter like glass next a nigga sparks shit
make sense/cents, even if I don't dollars
Asiatic ghetto
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
all about me-me-me-me-me
cause I'm out here with a big dick,
You faggot Sisqo
You down six feet like Ebert & Gene Siskel
I'm blessed with my complexion and my Mother's features
I'm unique, different all other creatures
I be a black doo rag tellin pigeons youse a motherfuckin fool
and they be like 'you look Ja Rule, but that's cool'
I guess all short, chocolate, eyed niggaz look alike, boo
let the pen stroke, so the have a heart attack
you blind, baby, give your cataracts
matter of fact, face it, I'm just not the
graphic than porn
I'm like eye witnessin' a matador get his rib cage
lung pulled by a bull's horn
I put it on a uniform