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 to sing that shit

[Verse 1: Busta
Yo, when i come the excitement
Like a baby they speak they first words
So compelling when i speak can burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying the first bird
view I help ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can search for
I think sick before i speak my hurt the words
Here i come, i come to get you what you each
Feed the street the that make em want to eat the curb
Well if you for me, here i am, run
you can't erase me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm never
Zeppelin, call em metallic plum
And im having fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth like a broken water fountain
i am like i appeared 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 homes
Connect the hoods international like a phone
It's so magical how i hold my own or with my cmon
Or i hold the chrome, merciless with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a into planetary i'm in a zone
wires int spots see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin when i'm em
Then i remind em, see i'm right behind em i hit em
Cus when i finally kill em got them bottles in ice
You we gotta chill em, touching us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, then im back to my
To properly put em on and make an
Impression, my sing along now

[Verse 2: Phife
a million MCs that claim they want some
But see I create sounds that your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., you know how we go
My friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the meow, the MC with the know-how
Act you know, not now but right now
Beast of the East, on MCs I have a
I'd eat ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or in between
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look
If Malik don't look good, Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't good, then Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York won't good
Picture Phife a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something a crew? What they wanna do?
You call Mr. Babyface 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 top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if watching the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs Queens
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nas and the Extra P
You a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other
respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip worry none you know I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little little
Yo, Tip don't worry you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a something

[Verse 3:
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly the bomb shit
So me, kids memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I the down low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, heads like to wager
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, you can phase me
The Ab doesn't mere nonsense, money
Life seems to me, MCs seem too cheesy
their doody ass renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will you holler
As you stand at attention, did I to mention
MCs will give me twenty if I sense that they act
are abundant, right there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the fact that the is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey it's no
That I get of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting head crack, money, take that
Breaking off, cut their bank, then I'm off
While my match my Lo hat, beat 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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