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 weak niggaz can hate me
jealous they know I'm the shit, like 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 they cut through steel
So if my album ever 3 mil
I'm slashing every rapper with a
nigga with a video look like Seal
'Kiss From a Rose' - Not, more like a peck from
even with a
ranked this nigga 45 in Blaze 50 MCs
good but I beg to differ, though
of evidence
my molecular structure on the table of elements
I'm Cmx4, Nl3, Iv3, Tg2, Rd4, Ms4, Gr1, At5 (????!!!)
I'm complex curriculums combinded
a next level with invigorating rhymes
plus thuged out, but revolutionary with minds
spit my message grime
five years ahead of my
two and five,
I'ma be that nigga beatin' traffic cops at stop signs
put that in you're glass dick and it
who the if Ras spoke it, loc'est
The most wrote the opus, Nature of the Threat
Fost focus richest the bok'est 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"

Two: Ras Kass

It's underground b-boy shit
just a and a rhyme
as simplified as a heat and a
true always get felt
'cause I masturbate dog, but I always be feelin' myself
I rep' State Warriors, I rep' The Horsemen
get drunk and forced to break the porcelin
God, I'm than Cupid, stupid
Love is Lust, so my release hollow point endorphins
nigga, I'm mighty morphin' into a larson
forcin' grown men into a forced a-dult
make it
hot to then drop it artic
so MCs shatter like glass next time a nigga sparks
sense/cents, even if I don't make dollars
Asiatic ghetto
Y'all grafted seedless grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie bitches pop that while my pimp niggaz pop they collars
and pop stars- these the last days of
all about me-me-me-me-me
cause I'm out here with a big dick,
You faggot like
You down six feet like Ebert & Gene Siskel
I'm blessed with my Father's and my Mother's features
I'm unique, different from all creatures
I be rocking a black doo rag tellin pigeons a motherfuckin fool
and they be like look like Ja Rule, but that's cool'
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed look alike, boo
let the pen stroke, so the track have a attack
you blind, baby, your cataracts 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 raging horn
I put it on like a