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 that shit

[Verse 1: Rhymes]
Yo, when i with the excitement
Like a baby when they they first words
So compelling when i speak can even burst
Skyscraper rhymes flying the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the curve
I scorch the street and you can for burns
I think sick before i speak my thoughts hurt the
i come, i come to get you what you each deserve
Feed the the shit that make em want to eat the curb
Well if you lookin for me, i am, run
Because you erase me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm never
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, keep
a cup runeth over like a broken water fountain
Here i am like i at the top of the mountain
Or here i am from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, respect cus the cornerstone
Invading so incredibly 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 when i 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 i'm with em
Then i remind em, see i'm right behind em i hit em
Cus when i finally kill em got 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 properly put em on and an everlasting
Impression, my sing along now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs that claim they some
But see I create that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., you know how we go
My best Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't Southside
Walk past MCs that girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the 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, a smile like Shanice
outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or in between
Now if my partners look good, Malik won't look good
If don't look good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York won't good
Picture Phife losing a battle, on, get off it
Put down the 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 being sung by Toni Braxton
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 time it comes to this
MCs be running as if they're watching the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead from
My styles are milk, man, you'd think I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the
I dedicate this to all the MCs Queens
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the 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 you know I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little little
Yo, Tip worry none you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little

[Verse 3:
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the 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 in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle
is the major, some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can me
The Ab doesn't study nonsense, money
Life to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of defeating
I rock to the man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will you holler
As you at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will give me twenty if I sense they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the fact the area is fat
I in the under, so honey it's no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I get white
I'mma bet hitting head crack, there money, take
niggas off, cut their 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 think ox
For means creator, the poetry relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me you who's the boss

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