Luyện nghe bài hát One Train

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

2: Kendrick Lamar]
We then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a
I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate
When the beef cooked, I ate like, "Mmm mmm," let's play ball
In a with all sharks and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9
That clip, straight 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 look in my face, I might snap, I might ya
right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at posters, dark nights like this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I slice my wrist
Or like a vulture and drop off this cliff

[Verse 3: Joey
even conscious, talking to my conscience
Gettin' in these flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I prisons
Don't rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They seen my pigment and thought was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock Jigga
And I'm thinkin' 'bout to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the
And I swear it 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, wish you the best for

4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fuckin' rapper, it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park ditch diggin'
Burger flippin', eat, sleep, human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or me to these others
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, goin' gold
And so? GREAT. Do I give a flying
If I'm love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's up, wait, no I don't give a
Flying duck, but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
your life, pussy blood clot
Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was
And thawed out for spot date at a show, Yelawolf

[Verse 5: Brown]
a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in
Antsy cause I'm high like Michael penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with on
Bitch smell like a penguin
Wouldn't hit that shit my worst enemy's penis
Bitch when I say this I mean "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from to Venus
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
is my synopsis, ostrich 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' chronic 'bout to vomit gin and
Just bein honest, tell me, that ironic?

[Verse 6: 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 stayed with me
Now many bitches lay with me
The face is silky a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the like a Chilean horse
Red roses on boxes very often
Confetti torture, drinking Henny like I'm Lofton

I fixed the game between Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the
Damn this shit tastes fantastic
You see me comin' through in state
Just so the could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my I've got the briefcase
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 flats
After that, bottles I pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for crack and all you had was
All I had was rap, when all they had was
All I was love, all they had was dap
Fuck haters 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 anchor
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you 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 titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, 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 the world end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, benji tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a true artist