Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

[Intro: Busta
I wanted to rhyme on this shit
Yea... La La La La
La La... I always wanted to sing shit

[Verse 1: Rhymes]
Yo, when i with the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they first
So when i speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes like the first bird
Penthouse I help ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can search for
I sick before i speak my thoughts 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
if you lookin for me, here i am, run
Because you can't me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm never
Maybach Zeppelin, call em plum
And im having fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup over like a broken water fountain
Here i am i appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here i am back vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they respect cus the
Invading strips so incredibly like im local
Connect the hoods international like a global
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
Insighting wires int see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin when i'm em
Then i remind em, see i'm behind 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 people sing now

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

[Verse 3:
We got the funk don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So recognize me, kids me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I play the down low, very incognito
is my sign, I know that I can rhyme
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the wiggle
Intellect is the major, some like to wager
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study nonsense, money
seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass of defeating competition
I to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar will make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I forget to
MCs will give me if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey no wonder
I get plenty of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting crack, there money, take that
niggas 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 means creator, the relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you the boss

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