Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling like a or a missionary
Tell my killers get they pistols ready
'em to the cemetary with obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is 'round the amount
Ever since this new star fame came
Or ever since me and started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
Transition to a Lamborghini from a
slang in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) Anything is than that 1 train
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, selling D in your local courtyard
Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go
Down to my inlaws, they with no laws

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

[Verse 3: Joey
Barely conscious, talking to my conscience
deeper in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop
sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias and the
The violence and the killin', so
seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But the pot let me skillet
Just got to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but when I it only hurt their sales
Like you're gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, you the best for real

[Verse 4:
When you mention my name amongst white rappers
Or for matter, any fuckin' rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to these
Cause speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle Nubians, new beginning again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's gold
And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus 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 this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

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

[Verse 6: Bronson]
Swiftly, I the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker so you know I the Blake with me
The reflection off the lake hit me
You should've with me
Now many Asian bitches lay me
The face is silky a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop on boxes often
Confetti torture, Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Susan
The cloud of smoke the phantom
Damn this shit like fantastic
You see me comin' in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the
Cuffed to my wrist got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I'm a man, try not to eat ham

7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac flats
After that, 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, all they had was wack
All I was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them 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' out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born
a killer, '86er, nigga, that's my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, while I was choppin' blade
grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, that shit up with my bass
I put on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the world end so won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck Louis flag, popping benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in living
I'm like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist