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 Ras Kass

kick it to y'all frankly
so all y'all weak niggaz can me
jealous 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 defecating on beat, fuck how you
got an oral fixation with spitting liquid razors
so ill they cut through steel
So if my album ever 3 mil
I'm slashing rapper with a deal
Every nigga a video look like Seal
From 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 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 out, but revolutionary with minds
spit my message grime
five ahead of my time
two and five,
I'ma be that nigga beatin' down cops at stop signs
put that in glass dick and smoke it
who the if Ras spoke it, loc'est
The most focused the opus, Nature of the Threat
Fost focus richest the could get it like
I'm transmitted, bidditch
Yeah, yeah, Evil D make it ill for me, it

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

Verse Two: Ras

It's that underground shit
just a beat and a
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 rep' The
get pissy drunk and forced to break the
God, I'm worse than Cupid,
Love is Lust, so my glands release hollow point
Bitch nigga, I'm mighty morphin' into a
grown men into a forced a-dult abortion
make it
hot to death then drop it
so MCs shatter like glass next a nigga sparks shit
sense/cents, even if I don't make dollars
Asiatic ghetto
Y'all grafted like grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie pop that pussy while my pimp niggaz pop they collars
and pop these the last days of disco
all about me-me-me-me-me
cause I'm out here a big dick, though
You like Sisqo
You thumbs six feet like Ebert & Gene Siskel
I'm blessed my Father's complexion and my Mother's features
I'm unique, from all other creatures
I be rocking a black doo rag tellin pigeons youse a motherfuckin
and they be like 'you look like Ja Rule, but cool'
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed look alike, boo
let the pen stroke, so the track have a attack
you blind, baby, give your cataracts
matter of fact, face it, I'm just not the
more graphic porn
I'm like eye witnessin' a matador get his rib cage
lung pulled by a raging horn
I put it on a uniform