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)

[Tame
Don't look now, but my style the pile
Over those who sound foul, my shit's tight like White Owl
Don't get it twisted, my rhythm in your system
Into sections, like I ran obsessed in your session
With an E&J fifth, my splitting on my knapsack
Battle clan macked out over tracks the SP out
My lyrical data makes an impact 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 kick like Kelly, rock my level I'm Fonzarelli
Sharp like confetti, ready for action, who is
The knotty headed Tame One New jersey journalists
I'm home but answer pages on a pay phone
On Central, or bouncers smoking ounces in a
I haul ass like Flash, til I 'em then I slow up
I blow up like chicken pox in when niggas notice, I got...

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

[Mad
Yo, I freak more raps like a nigga with 15 deals
So chill, and the effect when my pad kills
I be Madd Skillz, showing the art of rap
Watch the God attack when I lay tracks with the
Step back well, it ain't hard to
Rappers up, and get cut off like illegal cell
Getting props in spots I been yet
Check a picture out of cause you posing no death threats
Yeah, be microphone wear and tear
Act like you know who I am, so you can beware
And get a compass come past my
Cause my crew be rolling mad deep like
On some no fair shit, singe your nose shit
Nowadays be teasing 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 He won't last, G
rappers that I've cyphered be walking right past me
Keep faker, now I won't diss you
In the I tear you up like sandpaper toilet tissue

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

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

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