Luyện nghe bài hát Far From Yours

Uh, phenomenon, yeah
Oh yeah, baby far from yours, oh

Yo time is limited I'm back on the scene
O replenishes potency like four or Guinnesses
Hennessey's OC is nourishing
Performin' ill and mad lyrical
stands before your very eyes is a
one man stand phenomenon

Microphone misery you sufferin' taste my
In your face like a fifty, done with the razor
I'm felt by Aztecs, by Asians
Portuguese, Lebanese and Caucasians

Every of power, they respect my stats
me five, with former leader drink Cognac with diplomat
Retard your whole brigade, cave in brain waves
(With messages)
party people slaves
Ya hit to rewind and defy my cause
One thing I do is keep em different, and far from

He's no average MC a smile on his face
Though try to bite his style, no one can duplicate

I be the one, beyond the Moet and Cristal
A son of and a queen, therefore ability
For run in my genetics
I gave ideas to L Ron Hubbard to books on Dianetics

FedEx your info, if you wanna the manager
Mr.Dave sure give us a good payday too
I was assigned to Earth on a
To worldwide my glorious compositions

are like B sharps floatin'
Out of my from start to finish 'til the song diminish
My lyrical energy bring out envy in most
Who listen to O, he didn't me before

Then you know who I are now, bitin' my
a crime to be dealt with but we take it to trial
Verdict is in, the know my beef has cause
One thing I do is keep em different, and far yours

He's no MC with a smile on his face
And though you try to bite his style, no one can
He can anywhere ya want, he can rhyme any time you say
And never ever ever too far, from tomorrow, today

You may never find a MC well orchestrated a symphony
Some'll go in history, some in infamy
The will be somewhat a mystery
As long as my name OC live on through
My identity, ring bells in all facilities

From fans to enemies, I'm the antidote and
philosophize, analyze, no question
If I die return like Jesus' resurrection
I'm a blessin' to the rap game, my claim to fame is

I disappear reappear, I put rappers to
and simple, in common English, what I distinguish
The meanest lyric flamethrower your career's
Finesse a mic Casanova, Don or MC

The need a change, this rap shit is deranged
Yo Raider, the fader, let 'em know my cause
One thing I do is keep em different, and far yours

He's no MC with a smile on his face
And though you try to bite his style, no one can
He can anywhere ya want, he can rhyme any time you say
And he's never ever too far, from tomorrow, today
too far, never