Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling like a or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get pistols ready
Send 'em to the cemetary obituaries
be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is the same amount
since this new star fame came about
Or ever since me and Drizzy started out
boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transition to a Lamborghini from a
Drugs slang in the drug with the hustling
(I one thing) Anything is better than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard, like I'm Boyar-
Dee, selling D in your local courtyard
like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, outlaws with no laws

[Verse 2: Lamar]
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," play ball
In a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold, I cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that like K9 drone
That banana clip, straight the rip
I'll make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some
If I'm not the hottest Hell must've froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the was
I carry traits of a soldier
Don't in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, me dap like you 'posed ta
at your posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might slice my
Or like a vulture and drop off this cliff

3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, to my conscience
Gettin' deeper in these like conches
I'm on my convict, drop bars, I drop prisons
Don't rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not type of niglet
But pass the pot let me
Just got back to the from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm 'bout signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it me soul
I try to prevail, but when I preach it only hurt their
Like you're only gon' end up dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the for real

4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my amongst other white rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer dirt ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' bein', you would be in
to body double or couple me to these others
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the
That they put me in, my vision's the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new again
You in school at 10, late, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a duck
If I'm applyin' love to my plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

[Verse 5: Danny
Weed a different like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high like Jackson penny loafers
on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
Bitch pussy smell like a
Wouldn't hit shit with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch when I say I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to
That molly got me nauseous, on shit, no off
Lawless, obnoxious, on "suck my cock" shit
That is my synopsis, pot shit
Hoes on some God shit, it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
Cryin' tears of vodka donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just bein honest, tell me, isn't ironic?

6: Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the 860
A smoker so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off the hit me
You should've with me
Now many bitches lay with me
The is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a horse
Red roses drop on boxes very
Confetti torture, Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the game between Georgia and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The cloud of like the phantom
this shit tastes like fantastic
You see me comin' through in each
Just so the lord put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my I've got the briefcase
The slam, I'm a free man, try not to eat ham

7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit like my last casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out the 'Lac with flats
that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, when all had was wack
All I was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck hoes and cherish your wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm a bitch
Walk the plank or a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they with
cost the label, I'm taxing if you want a hit
Clear, your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my year
Get the fuck from here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my
I put that on my sub, how could you ever me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so they won't have to another album
B.B. King saw the in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel
your Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist