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

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

One]
Don't look now, but my style the pile
Over those who foul, cause my shit's tight like White Owl
Don't get it twisted, my rhythm in your system
Into sections, when I ran obsessed in your session
an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my knapsack
Battle clan macked out tracks the SP smack out
My lyrical data makes an locally and vocally
I choke the shit out of any rapper that's too for me
I open 24-7 like a deli
Wax the top like Kelly, rock my level like I'm Fonzarelli
Sharp like confetti, ready for action, who is
The knotty headed nigga Tame One New jersey
I'm never home but answer on a pay phone
On Central, or bouncers ounces in a rental
I haul ass like Flash, til I pass 'em I slow up
I blow up chicken pox in spots when niggas notice, I got...

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

[Mad
Yo, I freak raps like a nigga with 15 record deals
So chill, and feel the when my pad kills
I be Madd Skillz, MC's the art of rap
Watch the God attack I lay tracks with the Artifacts
Step back well, it ain't to tell
step up, and get cut off like illegal cell
Getting props in spots I been yet
Check a picture out of room you posing no death threats
Yeah, this be wear and tear
Act like you don't know who I am, so you can
And get a come past my location
Cause my crew be mad deep like Hatians
On some no fair shit, your nose hair shit
Nowadays niggas be teasing mics fucking clits
We don't play, we 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 right me
Keep walking faker, now I won't you
In the future I tear you up like toilet tissue

Lip service and the control
in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)

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

Lip service and the control
in the house with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)