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 to sing that shit

[Verse 1: Rhymes]
Yo, when i with the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they words
So compelling when i speak can even nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the earth
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 street the that make em want to eat the curb
Well if you lookin for me, i am, run
Because you can't erase me, accept it how it
You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling 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 back vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they cus the cornerstone
Invading so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international a global phone
It's so magical how i hold my own or my brother cmon
Or when i 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 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 know we gotta chill em, touching us over the
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 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 at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did to
I'm labeled as the meow, the MC with the know-how
Act you know, not now but right now
of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in
Now if my partners don't 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 won't look
But since the sounds are universal, New York look good
Picture losing 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 call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the 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 every time when it to this
MCs be running scared as if they're watching the
I more game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the diggy is on the scene
I this to all the MCs outta 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
respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the party
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little little
Yo, Tip don't worry none you 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 me, kids 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
I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, some heads like to
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can me
The Ab study mere nonsense, money
Life seems to me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of defeating
I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will you holler
As you stand at attention, did I forget to
MCs will give me twenty if I sense that act funny
Lyrics are abundant, there, I sound redundant
Just the fact that the area is fat
I in the under, so honey it's no wonder
That I get of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting head crack, money, take that
niggas off, cut their 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 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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