Luyện nghe bài hát Oral Sex ('99)

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

One: Ras Kass

I'ma kick it to y'all
so all y'all niggaz can hate me
'cause they know I'm the shit, like Mr. Hankey
reintroducing Ras Kass, the
I'm too deep, you Too
Standin' on two feet, in two feet, kapeesh?
I defy the feat by on beat, fuck how you feel
I've got an fixation with spitting liquid razors
so ill that cut through steel
So if my album sell 3 mil
I'm slashing rapper with a deal
Every nigga with a video look like
'Kiss From a - Not, more like 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 based on the table of elements
I'm Cmx4, Nl3, Iv3, Tg2, Rd4, Ms4, Gr1, At5 (????!!!)
I'm complex with curriculums
a next level innovator invigorating rhymes
plus slightly thuged out, but with minds
spit my with grime
five ahead of my time
two and five,
I'ma be that nigga down traffic cops at stop signs
put that in you're glass and smoke it
who the if Ras spoke it, loc'est
The focused wrote the opus, Nature of the Threat
Fost focus richest the bok'est could get it
I'm sexually transmitted,
Yeah, yeah, Evil D it ill for me, spit it

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

Verse Two: Ras

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