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 come the excitement
a baby when they speak they first words
So compelling i speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can for burns
I think sick before i my thoughts hurt the words
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 for me, here i am, run
you can't erase me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em plum
And while im fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, keep
When a cup runeth like a broken water fountain
i am like i appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here i am from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a phone
It's so how i hold my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a into planetary i'm in a zone
Insighting int spots see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin when i'm em
i remind em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus when i finally kill em got them bottles in ice
You know we gotta chill em, touching us over the
See thats how got up in em, then im back to my
To put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my people sing now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs 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 Steven at the Home
is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC 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 smile like
Straight outta Jamaica, Jamaica, Queens
But you find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't good
If Malik don't look good, Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York look good
Picture losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put the microphone son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What wanna do?
You better Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being by Toni Braxton
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 myself every when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if watching the Exorcist
I more game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was
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 need a chart, up and down man, there ain't no other
Nuff to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't none you know I get the party jumping
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, it's the bomb 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
Intellect is the major, some like to wager
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, you can phase me
The Ab doesn't mere nonsense, money
Life seems to need me, MCs too cheesy
their doody ass renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia make you holler
As you at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will give me if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I redundant
mentioning the fact that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey no wonder
That I get of tail, well I even get white
bet hitting head crack, there money, take 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 think ox
For tier means creator, the poetry
It's hemmed like Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

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