Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

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

[Verse 1: Rhymes]
Yo, when i come the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they words
So compelling when i speak can even burst
rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the earth
I scorch the and you can search for burns
I think sick i speak my thoughts hurt the words
i come, i come to get you what you each deserve
Feed the street the shit that make em want to eat the
if you lookin for me, here i am, run
Because you can't me, accept it how it come
You might as embrace me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im having fun, we gotta it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, counting
a cup runeth over like a broken water fountain
Here i am like i at the top of the mountain
Or here i am back from vacation, see ya boy is
for the kid, they respect cus the cornerstone
Invading so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a phone
so magical how i hold my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, merciless 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 smilin i'm with em
i remind em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus when i kill 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 back to my
To properly put em on and an everlasting
Impression, my sing along now

[Verse 2: Phife
There's a million MCs that claim they want
But see I create sounds make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., yeah you how we go
My best friend Steven at the Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget
Walk MCs like that 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 quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica,
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in
Now if my partners don't look good, won't look good
If Malik don't good, then Quest 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 good
Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender,
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they do?
You better call Mr. so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you a zit
You wanna be the champ, you like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it to this
MCs be scared as if they're watching the Exorcist
I kick more game a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was
You the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta
goes 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 worry none you I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little little
Yo, Tip don't worry 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 me, kids memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, I be lounging
I play the down low, very incognito
Aries is my sign, I that I can rhyme
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys
Intellect is the major, some heads to wager
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can me
The Ab doesn't study nonsense, money
Life to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of competition
I rock to the man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will you holler
As you at attention, did I forget to mention
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 dwell in the under, so honey no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I get white
I'mma bet hitting crack, there money, take that
niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid think ox
For tier means creator, the relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me you who's the boss

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