Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

[Intro: Rhymes]
I always wanted to rhyme on shit
Yea... La La La La
La La... I always wanted to sing shit

[Verse 1: Rhymes]
Yo, when i with the excitement
a baby when they speak they first words
So compelling when i speak can even nerves
rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the 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 you each deserve
Feed the street the shit that make em to eat the curb
Well if you for me, here i am, run
Because you can't erase me, accept it how it
You might as well embrace me, i'm never done
Zeppelin, call em metallic plum
And while im having fun, we keep it bouncing
another bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth over 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 like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a global
It's so magical how i 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 planetary i'm in a
Insighting 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 behind em i hit em
Cus i finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em, us over the streets
See how got up in em, then im back to my city
To put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my people sing now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs that claim they some
But see I sounds that make your 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 like that girl did to
I'm as the cat's meow, the MC with 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, Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or in between
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik look good
If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, on, get off it
Put the microphone son, surrender, forfeit
Did I something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. so he can bring out the cool in you
Or be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if they're the Exorcist
I kick more than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was
You know the steelo the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta
That for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps 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 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 doody don shit, clearly it's the shit
So recognize me, memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, I be lounging
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
is the major, some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, you can phase me
The Ab study mere nonsense, money
Life seems to me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of competition
I to the roll 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 me twenty if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I redundant
Just mentioning the fact the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey it's no
That I get plenty of tail, well I get white
I'mma bet hitting crack, there money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut bank, then I'm off
my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid think ox
For tier means creator, the poetry
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the

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