Luyện nghe bài hát Oral Sex ('99)

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

Verse One: Ras

I'ma kick it to y'all
so all weak niggaz can hate me
jealous 'cause know I'm the shit, like Mr. Hankey
Ras Kass, the waterproof
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 razors
so ill that they cut steel
So if my ever sell 3 mil
I'm every rapper with a deal
Every nigga a video look like Seal
'Kiss a Rose' - Not, more like a peck from Jada'
even a spectator
ranked this nigga 45 in 50 greatest MCs
lookin but I beg to differ, though
body of
my structure 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
slightly thuged out, but revolutionary with minds
spit my message grime
five ahead of my time
two and five,
I'ma be that beatin' down traffic cops at stop signs
put that in you're dick and smoke it
who the dopest? if Ras it, loc'est
The most focused the opus, Nature of the Threat
Fost focus richest the could get it like
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 underground 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 myself
I Golden State Warriors, I rep' The Horsemen
get pissy and forced to break the porcelin
God, I'm worse than Cupid,
Love is Lust, so my glands release hollow point
nigga, I'm mighty morphin' into a larson
forcin' grown men into a a-dult abortion
it scorchin'
hot to death drop it artic
so MCs shatter like glass time a nigga sparks shit
make sense/cents, even if I make dollars
ghetto scholar
Y'all like seedless grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie bitches pop that pussy while my niggaz pop they collars
and pop stars- these the last of disco
it's all about
cause I'm out here a big dick, though
You faggot Sisqo
You thumbs down six feet Ebert & Gene Siskel
I'm blessed with my Father's complexion and my Mother's
I'm unique, different all other creatures
I be rocking a black doo rag tellin pigeons youse a motherfuckin
and they be like 'you like Ja Rule, but that's cool'
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 graphic than
I'm like eye witnessin' a get his rib cage crushed
lung by a raging bull's horn
I put it on like a