Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

[Verse 1: A$AP
Feeling like a or a missionary
Tell my A$AP killers get pistols ready
'em to the cemetary with obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been '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 about
Or ever me and Drizzy started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts
Transition to a from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game 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 I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, they outlaws no laws

2: Kendrick Lamar]
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a
I roll past and I blaze 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 cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark K9 drone
That banana clip, from the rip
make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest Hell must've froze over
You it was safe then forgot what the code was
I traits of a traumatized soldier
Don't in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights like
I metamorph like I'm ta, I might slice my wrist
Or pretend a vulture and drop off this cliff

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

[Verse 4:
When you mention my name amongst other white
Or for that matter, any rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt diggin'
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to these
Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is the bubble
That they put me in, my beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new beginning
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying
If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' alignin' us?
Alabama's up, wait, no I don't give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was
And out for spot date at a Coachella show, Yelawolf

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

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

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

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