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 Dynamite (Repeat 2x)

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

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

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

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

[El Da
Yo it, I be the Buddha Priest monk, kicking shit out your trunk
That you know that, raw set up the tracks
Coming through section from direction bonafied
To rip live, in '95 to get the prize
And dust the nickle rush and sacking rap quarterbacks
Neon Deon, I'm black so who the fuck is that?
6 foot big foot, and strapped to bomb raps
In time to kick the rhymes, I'm the Don Jack
I come to serve quick, the lyrics I kick
I flip the Sensai type of gimmicks see I rip
With my slang, you can't hang, my single Jingle Jangle
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 breath
Artifacts in the with the Dynamite Soul (Repeat 2x)