Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

[Intro: Busta
I always wanted to rhyme on this
Yea... La La La La
La La... I always wanted to sing shit

[Verse 1: Busta
Yo, when i come the excitement
Like a when they speak they first words
So compelling when i can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the bird
Penthouse I help ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can for burns
I think before i speak my thoughts hurt the words
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 erase me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm done
Maybach Zeppelin, em metallic plum
And while im having fun, we gotta it bouncing
another bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth like a broken water fountain
Here i am like i appeared at the top of the
Or here i am back from vacation, see ya boy is
Parading for the kid, respect cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly like im local
the hoods international like a global phone
It's so magical how i my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a place planetary i'm in a zone
Insighting wires int 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 chill em, touching us over the
See thats how got up in em, then im to my city
To properly put em on and make an
Impression, my people sing now

[Verse 2: Phife
There's a million MCs claim they want some
But see I sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Ave., yeah you know how we go
My best Steven at the Home Depot
is in the house, I can't 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
Beast of the East, on MCs I have a
I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica,
But you could me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't good, Malik won't look good
If don't 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
Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put the microphone 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 Toni
And dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like Some-shit
Big up every time when it comes to this
MCs be running as if they're watching the Exorcist
I kick game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, think that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta
That for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't none you know I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and 'em off a little little something
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the party
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 bomb
So recognize me, memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, I be lounging
I play the low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know I can rhyme
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, some heads to wager
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense,
Life to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
their doody ass renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you
As you stand at attention, did I forget to
MCs give me twenty if I sense that they act funny
are abundant, right there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the fact that the is fat
I dwell in the under, so it's no wonder
That I get of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting crack, there money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut bank, then I'm off
While my match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid think ox
For tier creator, the poetry relator
hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

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