Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

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

[Verse 1: Busta
Yo, when i come with the
Like a baby they speak they first words
So compelling i speak can even burst nerves
rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can search for
I think sick 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 lookin for me, i am, run
Because you can't erase me, accept it how it
You as well embrace me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em plum
And while im having fun, we gotta it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, keep
When a cup runeth over like a broken fountain
Here i am like i at the top of the mountain
Or here i am back from vacation, see ya boy is
Parading for the kid, respect cus the cornerstone
strips so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a global
It's so magical how i hold my own or my brother cmon
Or i hold the chrome, merciless with 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
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 thats how got up in em, then im back to my
To put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my sing along now

[Verse 2: Phife
There's a MCs that claim they want some
But see I create that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., yeah you how we go
My best friend at the Home Depot
is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but now
of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat that ass like quiche, 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 won't look
If Malik don't look good, Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't good
But the sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, on, get off it
Put the microphone 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 song being sung by Toni
And dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief
Big up every time when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if watching the Exorcist
I kick more game a crackhead from Hempstead
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
That 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 I get the party 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 the bomb shit
So recognize me, kids me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I play the down low, very very
Aries is my sign, I know 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, thinking you can me
The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense,
Life seems to need me, MCs too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of competition
I rock to the man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom Vinia will make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I forget to
MCs will give me twenty if I sense that they act
are abundant, right there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the fact the area is fat
I in the under, so honey 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 their bank, I'm off
my Nikes match 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 like Betsy Ross, let me tell you the boss

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