Luyện nghe bài hát Dynamite Soul II (Lip Service Remix)

We got the lip service, we got the breath
in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)

[Tame
Don't look now, but my style tops the
Over who sound foul, cause my shit's tight like White Owl
Don't get it twisted, my rhythm rips in your
Into sections, like when I ran in your session
With an E&J fifth, my splitting on my knapsack
Battle clan macked out over tracks the SP out
My lyrical makes an impact locally and vocally
I choke the shit out of any rapper too slow for me
I stay 24-7 like a deli
Wax the top kick like Kelly, my level like I'm Fonzarelli
Sharp confetti, ready for action, who is this?
The headed nigga Tame One New jersey journalists
I'm never but answer pages on a pay phone
On Central, or bouncers smoking in a rental
I haul ass like Flash, til I pass 'em I slow up
I blow up like chicken pox in when niggas notice, I got...

Lip and the breath control
in effect with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)

[Mad
Yo, I freak more raps like a nigga with 15 record
So chill, and feel the effect when my pad
I be Skillz, showing MC's the art of rap
Watch the God attack when I lay tracks the Artifacts
Step well, it ain't hard to tell
Rappers up, and get cut off like illegal cell
Getting props in I ain't been yet
Check a picture out of room cause you posing no death
Yeah, be microphone wear and tear
Act like you don't know who I am, so you can
And get a compass come past my
Cause my crew be rolling mad deep Hatians
On some no fair shit, singe nose hair shit
Nowadays niggas be teasing mics fucking clits
We play, we like the DEA, hops
And I be closing rappers down Christian Watch crack spots
Where he at, his name? He won't last, G
Cause rappers that I've cyphered be walking past me
walking faker, now I won't diss you
In the future I tear you up like toilet tissue

Lip service and the breath
Artifacts in the house with the Soul (Repeat 2x)

[El Da
Yo it, I be the Buddha Priest monk, kicking shit out your trunk
That Artifact you know that, raw set up the
Coming through section from direction bonafied
To rip skills live, in '95 to get the
And dust bust the nickle and sacking rap quarterbacks
Neon Deon, I'm black so who the fuck is that?
6 foot big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb
In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the Don Jack
I come to serve quick, the lyrics I kick
When I the Sensai type of gimmicks see I rip
With my cool slang, you can't hang, my single Jangle
Like The Legion, this art of green will
Get messed up, f'ed up, style the terrorizer
of all niggas get stepped on in '95

Lip service and the breath
Artifacts in the house the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)