Luyện nghe bài hát Oral Sex ('99)

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

Verse One: Ras

I'ma kick it to y'all
so all y'all weak niggaz can me
jealous 'cause they know I'm the shit, like Mr.
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, how you feel
I've got an oral fixation with liquid razors
so ill that cut through steel
So if my album sell 3 mil
I'm slashing every rapper with a
nigga with a video look like Seal
'Kiss From a Rose' - Not, like a peck from Jada'
even with a
this nigga 45 in Blaze 50 greatest 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 with curriculums combinded
a level innovator with invigorating rhymes
plus slightly thuged out, but revolutionary with
my message with grime
five years of my time
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 dopest? if Ras spoke it,
The most wrote the opus, Nature of the Threat
Fost richest the bok'est could get it like
I'm transmitted, bidditch
Yeah, yeah, D make it ill for me, spit it

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

Verse Ras Kass

that underground b-boy shit
just a and a rhyme
as simplified as a heat and a
true lyricists get felt
'cause I masturbate dog, but I always be feelin' myself
I Golden State Warriors, I rep' The Horsemen
get pissy drunk and to break the porcelin
God, I'm worse Cupid, stupid
Love is Lust, so my glands release point endorphins
nigga, I'm mighty morphin' into a larson
forcin' grown men into a 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
ghetto scholar
Y'all like 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 with a big dick, though
You like Sisqo
You thumbs down six feet like & 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 doo rag tellin pigeons youse a motherfuckin fool
and they be like 'you look like Ja Rule, but that's
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky eyed look 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 porn
I'm like eye witnessin' a matador get his rib crushed
lung pulled by a bull's horn
I put it on like a