Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

[Intro: Rhymes]
I always wanted to 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 speak they first words
So compelling i speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the curve
I scorch the street and you can search for
I sick before i speak my thoughts hurt the words
Here i come, i come to get you what you each
Feed the street the shit that make em want to eat the
Well if you lookin for me, i am, run
Because you erase me, accept it how it come
You as well embrace me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em plum
And im having fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
another bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth over like a broken 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, they respect cus the
Invading so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a global
It's so magical how i hold my own or with my brother
Or when i hold the chrome, merciless with my
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 i'm with em
i remind em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus when i finally 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 properly put em on and make an
Impression, my people along now

[Verse 2: Phife
There's a MCs that claim they want some
But see I create sounds that make your ears go
Peace to Sayres Ave., 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 girl 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 like
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica,
But you could me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look
If Malik don't look good, then won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't good
But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look
Picture losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can out the cool in you
Or be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll 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 myself every time it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if watching the Exorcist
I more game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the
I this to all the MCs outta Queens
That for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the 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 none you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a something

[Verse 3:
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb
So recognize me, kids me
Everyday, I be scrounging, I be lounging
I play the low, very very incognito
is my sign, I know that I can rhyme
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the wiggle
is the major, some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can me
The Ab doesn't mere nonsense, money
Life to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their ass renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom Vinia will make you holler
As you at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will give me twenty if I sense that they act
are abundant, right there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the that the area is fat
I in the under, so honey it's no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I even get
I'mma bet head crack, there money, take that
Breaking 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 he's ox
For means creator, the poetry relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you the boss

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