Luyện nghe bài hát God Lives Through

[Intro: Busta
I always to rhyme on this shit
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 when they speak they first
So compelling when i speak can burst nerves
rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the curve
I scorch the and you can search for burns
I think sick before i speak my thoughts hurt the
Here i come, i come to get you you each deserve
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 might as well embrace me, somehow i'm never
Maybach Zeppelin, em metallic plum
And im having fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup over like a broken water fountain
Here i am i appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here i am from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, respect cus the cornerstone
strips so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a phone
It's so magical how i hold my own or with my cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, merciless with my
I'm so alone, i'm in a place planetary i'm in a zone
wires int spots see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be when i'm with em
Then i remind em, see i'm right em when i hit em
Cus when i finally kill em got them in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em, us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, im back to my city
To properly put em on and make an
Impression, my sing along now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs that claim they some
But see I create that make your ears go numb
to Sayres Ave., yeah you know how we go
My friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I forget Southside
Walk past MCs like girl did to Pharcyde
I'm as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but now
Beast of the East, on MCs I a feast
I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like
Straight Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or in between
Now if my partners don't good, Malik won't look good
If Malik don't look good, Quest won't look good
If the Quest look good, then Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look
Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender,
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can 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 time when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if they're watching the
I kick more than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was
You know the steelo when the diggy is on the scene
I this to all the MCs outta Queens
That for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no
Nuff respect to all my that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry you know I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little something
Yo, Tip worry none you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little

[Verse 3:
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb
So recognize me, memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I play the down low, very incognito
Aries is my sign, I that I can rhyme
I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, some like to wager
The skills on the hill, dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study nonsense, money
seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With doody ass renditions of defeating competition
I to the roll 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 if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound
Just the fact that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey no wonder
I get plenty of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting head crack, there money, take
Breaking 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 he's ox
For tier means creator, the relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the

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