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 y'all
so all y'all 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 defecating on beat, how you feel
I've got an oral with spitting liquid razors
so ill that they cut through
So if my ever sell 3 mil
I'm slashing every with a deal
Every nigga a video look like Seal
'Kiss From a Rose' - Not, more a peck from Jada'
with a spectator
ranked this 45 in Blaze 50 greatest MCs
good lookin but I beg to differ,
body of
my molecular structure based on the of elements
I'm Cmx4, Nl3, Iv3, Tg2, Rd4, Ms4, Gr1, At5 (????!!!)
I'm complex with curriculums
a next level innovator with rhymes
plus slightly thuged out, but revolutionary with
spit my message with
five ahead of my time
two and five,
be that nigga beatin' down traffic cops at stop signs
put that in glass dick and smoke it
who the dopest? if Ras it, loc'est
The most wrote the opus, Nature of the Threat
Fost focus the bok'est could get it like
I'm sexually transmitted,
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 underground shit
a beat and a rhyme
as as a heat and a crime
lyricists always get felt
'cause I rarely masturbate dog, but I always be feelin'
I rep' Golden State Warriors, I The Horsemen
get pissy drunk and forced to break the
God, I'm worse Cupid, stupid
is Lust, so my glands release hollow point endorphins
Bitch nigga, I'm mighty morphin' into a
forcin' grown men a forced a-dult abortion
make it
hot to death then drop it
so MCs shatter like glass next time a nigga sparks
make sense/cents, even if I make dollars
Asiatic scholar
Y'all grafted like grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie bitches pop that pussy while my pimp niggaz pop they
and pop stars- these the 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 Father's complexion and my Mother's
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 like Ja Rule, but that's
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed niggaz alike, boo
let the pen stroke, so the have a heart attack
you blind, baby, your cataracts cataracts
matter of fact, face it, I'm not the norm
more graphic than
I'm like eye witnessin' a get his rib cage crushed
lung pulled by a bull's horn
I put it on like a