Luyện nghe bài hát He Comes

A few words, and whaddya know?
Oh, whaddya know? He

Down, like water, fresh out the clouds
Drown you like terrible
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly
rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'

To all, rise and shine, God the glory
I already give a of mine to Bert and Cory
And still got and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, settle up towards the end of my days

My ways of is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some rather see me follow behind
to disappoint, but dis joint's mine
Display indie but say no

More or blind you like spit did to Remo
To the dirt and edit the and lost Kano
My wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got to win

Scores to settle, crews to
You right in to see him do it with a smile
It's Long Isle y'all, sustainin' my celebrity status
From AM to PM, you see him on file

I was to step righteous, so when it's done
Everyone say I stepped right
And through religion, or stopped by the cop
shinin' his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the

A few short words, and know?
Oh, whaddya He comes

Aiyyo, I'm up these walls, here's my back stiff straight up
Dazzle and razzlin' broads like I'm Juan Magic
Magnetically handle mics, they drop
Top drama every time these commas don't

Pop like lint on your shirt, the net worth
To the rock homey in many courts of ball
Four couldn't do it, so we all six
I circumcise the track, you just a

and hooded
Skin repeated like John
I like yesterday, it don't stop
George of this poor life pop, put to
In a place she believes, better than your lies

She say she lookin' in my eyes, bullshit
Same she done ran to duck, crammin' to fuck
I put the pudding on her like Bill
I tried to speak my piece in but Judge Mills paused me

Bifocusedly die hopeless
Yo cry your poker face, you try it one time
When God is an non pos', you stand to
like slaves on trial, we want free

Man cock aim ready, time you MC
So you rappers bust bee-bee guns, runs
Through my veins since cable with the remote
Woodgrainin' like you wired his

C'mon, Pretty and De La Soul
We was through the frozen street since 8 years old
Take us back to eighty-eight, you catch our flow
A group of so original, you heard?

C'mon, Toney and De La Soul
We was through the frozen street since 8 years old
us back to eighty-eight, you couldn't catch our flow
A group of so original

Tony 'Tana with big hammers for bad who got 'em
We kiss for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers
is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back

And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a of men
With dyna-mics, real do you in
For you Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new

Cutmaster 'em, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck
to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
And lay whooptay, whooptay?

Use the ruse, beads and snatch a dude's toupee
tunin' into T-La Rock'n AJ
Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed a glass of OJ
Girls you can go in my OJ

A few short words, and know?
Oh, whaddya He comes