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 that

[Verse 1: Busta
Yo, i come with the excitement
a baby when they speak they first words
So when i speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the bird
Penthouse view I ya see the earth curve
I scorch the and you can search for burns
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 shit that em want to eat the curb
if you lookin for me, here i am, run
Because you erase me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im having fun, we gotta it bouncing
another bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth over like a broken water
Here i am like i appeared at the top of the
Or here i am from vacation, see ya boy is home
for the kid, they respect cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly like im homes
Connect the hoods like a global phone
so magical 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
Insighting int spots see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be when i'm with 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 em, touching us over 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 MCs that claim they want some
But see I create sounds that make ears go numb
Peace to 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 did to Pharcyde
I'm as the cat's 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 that ass like quiche, crack a like Shanice
Straight Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't good, Malik won't look good
If Malik don't look good, then won't look good
If the Quest look good, then Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York look good
Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender,
Did I hear 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can out the cool in you
Or be a sad love song being 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 like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it to this
MCs be running scared as if they're the Exorcist
I kick more game than a from Hempstead
My are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast-fed
You know the when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the P
You a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the 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 little

[Verse 3:
We got the doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So recognize me, memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, I be lounging
I play the down low, very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, some heads to wager
The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar
Man, crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab study mere nonsense, money
Life seems to need me, MCs too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of defeating
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, right there, I redundant
Just mentioning the fact the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so it's no wonder
I get plenty of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting head crack, there money, that
Breaking niggas off, cut bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes match my Lo hat, joint is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid he's ox
For tier means creator, the relator
It's hemmed Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

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