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 tops the pile
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
an E&J fifth, my Philly's splitting on my knapsack
Battle clan macked out over tracks the SP out
My lyrical data makes an impact locally and
I choke the shit out of any that's too slow for me
I stay open 24-7 like a
Wax the top kick like Kelly, my level like I'm Fonzarelli
Sharp like confetti, ready for action, who is
The headed nigga Tame One New jersey journalists
I'm never home but pages on a pay phone
On Central, or smoking ounces in a rental
I haul ass Flash, til I pass 'em then I slow up
I up like chicken pox in spots when niggas notice, I got...

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

[Mad
Yo, I freak more like a nigga with 15 record deals
So chill, and feel the effect when my pad
I be Skillz, showing MC's the art of rap
Watch the God attack I lay tracks with 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 no death threats
Yeah, this be microphone and tear
Act like you don't who I am, so you can beware
And get a compass come my location
Cause my be rolling mad deep like Hatians
On some no fair shit, singe your nose shit
Nowadays niggas be mics like fucking clits
We play, we like the DEA, hops
And I be closing rappers down like Christian Watch crack
Where he at, what's his name? He last, G
Cause rappers that I've cyphered be walking right me
Keep faker, now I won't diss you
In the future I tear you up like sandpaper toilet

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

[El Da
Yo check it, I be the Buddha Priest monk, kicking shit out your
Artifact you know that, raw set up the tracks
Coming through your from direction bonafied
To rip live, in '95 to get the prize
And dust bust the nickle rush and rap quarterbacks
Like Neon Deon, I'm so who the fuck is that?
6 big foot, and tracks strapped to bomb raps
In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the calm Don
I come to quick, check the lyrics I kick
When I flip the type of gimmicks see I rip
With my cool slang, you hang, my single Jingle Jangle
Like The Legion, this art of green strangle
Get messed up, f'ed up, corrupt the terrorizer
Plenty of all niggas get on in '95

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