Luyện nghe bài hát Oral Sex ('99)

"Death on the phono, my are dolo
You say 'oh no', you ass homo"
ATCQ (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
Standin' on two feet, 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 cut through steel
So if my album ever 3 mil
I'm every rapper with a deal
Every nigga a video look like Seal
'Kiss From a Rose' - Not, more like a peck from
with a spectator
ranked nigga 45 in Blaze 50 greatest MCs
lookin but I beg to differ, though
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 innovator with invigorating rhymes
plus thuged out, but revolutionary with minds
my message with grime
five ahead of my time
two and five,
I'ma be that nigga down traffic cops at stop signs
put that in glass dick and smoke it
who the dopest? if Ras it, loc'est
The most focused the opus, Nature of the Threat
Fost focus the bok'est 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 b-boy shit
a beat and a rhyme
as simplified as a heat and a
true always get felt
'cause I rarely masturbate dog, but I be feelin' myself
I Golden State Warriors, I rep' The Horsemen
get pissy drunk and forced to 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 forced a-dult
it scorchin'
hot to death then drop it
so MCs shatter like glass next time a sparks shit
sense/cents, even if I don't make dollars
Asiatic scholar
Y'all like seedless grapes and rottweilers
My hoochie bitches pop that pussy while my pimp niggaz pop collars
and pop stars- the last days of disco
it's all me-me-me-me-me
cause I'm out here a big dick, though
You faggot like
You down six feet like Ebert & Gene Siskel
I'm blessed with my Father's complexion and my features
I'm unique, different all other creatures
I be rocking a black doo rag tellin youse a motherfuckin fool
and they be like 'you look like Ja Rule, but that's
I guess all short, chocolate, chinky niggaz look alike, boo
let the pen stroke, so the track have a heart
you blind, baby, give your cataracts
matter of fact, it, I'm just not the norm
graphic than porn
I'm like eye a matador get his rib cage crushed
lung pulled by a bull's horn
I put it on like a