Luyện nghe bài hát Oral Sex ('99)

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

Verse Ras Kass

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

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

Two: Ras Kass

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