Luyện nghe bài hát Earth, Wind Fire

I'm from brooklyn, new city

I be the earth motherin', mc's
Sha covering 360 degrees

See I like the wind when I flow to this song
a riot like kaiser like that then I'm gone

I the fire burn it down to the ground
Think of me, kane will leave that ass rotisserie (what)

Earth, wind, fire we be those
evident, as we come to represent

I the need to get iller than
All these fuckin' wack mc's, realest bitch ever been
the hit single that was flying through the roof
I'm living proof, you can't handle the truth
After you me spit, still convinced that you ill
Who you to fool me or yourself, bitch for real
know the deal, you ever get a hunch
To fuck around sha-queen, then I know you out to lunch
Break that meaning down, that means in your mental
And that's absurd, I kick the illest shit you heard
Every rhyme to the last and pronouns and verbs
Too to see with your two eyes, then check with your third
My not tainted with thoughts of whores
That can only get raw on all fours, with sore doors
Precisely, far from your average
So, sit back and shut the fuck up, sha rules the world, word

[a.b.
Listen there was a man in brooklyn, new york
Where the guys are fly and the ladies pretty
I'm a let you know, that you pop is junk
Cause I flow, it's the flava of the month

Hold up don't worry about nothin', tot shit in a smash crash dummies
This fast money, make me wanna fuck around and money
I heard your spot makes a lot and you props
This deal is hot, runnin' from the cops'll get you
But don't sweat it, dry them niggas up like
The war's on like
through a crowd like a cartoon
Rappin' is fundamental, right, re-arranger
Hit you like mortal kombat, you in
I got the chronic, six bionic
This rap shit make me wanna scream like
I'm comin' through, that's I'm gonna split ya
survivors on this track, we comin' to get ya
Woop, woop, comin' in the exit
Keys jinglin', danglin' to wreck shit
Step into my cypher, haven't you ever a
four five six, ceelo, to one twenty third a

Earth, & fire you bout to learn
We can make the world turn, or make the burn
The three deadly elements for your
Cause anything you up out of life you got to earn

See now it brother well, well

[big daddy
Since hip-hop genesis, I been at in the mix
In bed stuy tenements, rappers endless
But I sit and dwell upon the things I been had
I appear, and take your fuckin' spot like sinbad
Now, tell me who shall be first to suffer
If you don't defeat then allow me to introduce you
So how you want it, through beatin' ya down
Watching disaster strike when busta rhymes ain't even
The prince of darkness be one man
made them al b sure lookin' niggas get a sun tan
What I drop should not be followed by else
At times I'm scared to kick a second verse myself
As I proceed, followers take
I made men bleed, I made hairlines recede
This rap skill here, I for a mill-aire
And this is one ass whippin' you will wear, you still

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