Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

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

1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, when i with the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they first
So compelling when i speak can even nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying the first bird
Penthouse view I ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can for burns
I sick before i speak my thoughts hurt the words
Here i come, i come to get you you each deserve
Feed the the shit that make em want to eat the curb
Well if you for me, here i am, run
Because you can't me, accept it how it come
You might as embrace me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im having fun, we 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 back vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a global
It's so how i hold my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, merciless 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 see how i be smilin when i'm with em
i remind em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus i finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets
You we gotta chill em, touching 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 sing along now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
a million MCs that claim they want some
But see I sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC the know-how
Act like you know, not now but now
of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik look good
If Malik look good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't good, then Queens won't look good
But the sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife 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 Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Braxton
And I'll dissect you a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief
Big up myself time when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if they're the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead 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 to all the MCs outta Queens
That for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no
Nuff respect to all my peeps 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 'em off a little something

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

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