Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

[Intro: Rhymes]
I always wanted to on this shit
Yea... La La La La
La La... I always wanted to that shit

[Verse 1: Rhymes]
Yo, when i come the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they first
So compelling when i speak can even nerves
rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can search for
I think sick before i my thoughts hurt the words
Here i come, i to get you what you each deserve
Feed the street the shit that make em want to eat the
Well if you lookin for me, i am, run
Because you erase me, accept it how it come
You might as embrace me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, em metallic plum
And while im having fun, we gotta keep it
Unraveling another bag of the money, counting
When a cup runeth over like a water fountain
Here i am like i at the top of the mountain
Or here i am from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they respect cus the
Invading strips so incredibly like im local
Connect the international like a global phone
It's so how i hold my own or with my brother cmon
Or i hold the chrome, merciless with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a place into i'm in a zone
wires int spots see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin i'm with em
Then i remind em, see i'm right em when i hit em
Cus when i finally em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em, touching us the streets
See thats how got up in em, im back to my city
To put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my sing along now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs that claim they some
But see I create that make your ears go numb
Peace to Ave., yeah you know how we go
My friend Steven at the Home Depot
is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did to
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the
Act like you know, not now but now
of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat that ass like quiche, a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica,
But you find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my don't look good, Malik won't look good
If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't good
But since the sounds are universal, New York look good
Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni
And dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, pop you like a zit
You be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if they're watching the
I kick more game than a from Hempstead
My are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and man, there ain't no other
Nuff to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little something
Yo, Tip don't none you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little

[Verse 3:
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the shit
So recognize me, kids me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I the down low, very very incognito
is my sign, I know that I can rhyme
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, some heads like to
The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar
Man, crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense,
Life seems to me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of defeating
I to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your dollar Vinia will make you holler
As you at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will give me twenty if I that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the fact the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I get white
I'mma bet hitting crack, there money, take that
niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes match my Lo hat, joint is mad fat
Got the of the box if a kid think he's ox
For tier creator, the poetry relator
It's hemmed like Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

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