Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

it until its deafening

(music begins)

Clap for me, Clap for me,

Clap for me, Clap for me,

Clap your for what he's doing

Horns!

is so majestic

Go!

to the T

Coming the bottom to the T-O-P

Rahim in the place to be

(1st verse)

Most of these are short change
Only time they hard is when snorting that cocaine
claiming they street but they aren't real with no shame
until you put that heat to their grill like
no name rappers want to with no game, no aim
make a basket, grab the rock and pass it
over to this for the two, Vaultclassic
Rahim is guaranteed to move the masses
is so nasty, probably needs to detox
this Jackson style is off the wall with no sheet rock
knocking the beat stops
my is phatter than the fat dude from the fat boys that did the beatbox
got the mind of a George Jackson, young boys asking 'Who's that?'
live the trigga state, or the gunshine state blasting
until those red and blue are flashing
from the dirty south and the north, all I do is the accent
got my crew the club its time to crash it
Dickie suits and boots be our fashion
school of hard wasn't one day absent
chairman of the board, the ASR
God is my train of thought, derail it
if your to the realness, this rhyme will braille it
if real music your boat, this song will sail it

(Chorus 2x)

VaultCLassic, on the way to the top
Rappers that hate, we just taking spot
and they can mad while we're making it hot
It be V-C-P the day that we drop

(2nd verse)

My art is martial, Rahim's a
can't control me, i'm not Kente
I ain't a slave, I'm my son
And if they tried to cut my foot I'd kick they butt with my one
I didn't stutter son, no i'm not the
Tampa is where i'm coming
There ain't one
more realer than brother shining from the Southern sun
Under the Mason line, changing my position i'm
type of cat to settle at any place and time
you couldn't walk in my shoes or lace up mine
the judge didn't throw out my case and I ain't pay my
To hell with the prosecution and state, thats my state of
i'm a fool it, young Elijah Poole with it
Old heads my flow to when a tool is spitting
This be the Son of Man teach the true and living
God ain't a mystery spook, they must be

(Chorus 2x)

VaultCLassic, on the way to the top
Rappers that hate, we taking they spot
and they can mad while we're making it hot
It be V-C-P till the day we drop

(3rd Verse)

Rahim's back, even than before
stay in my own with the pedal to the floor
Buffalo soldiers, in this war
Thats steet to the core
by ghetto imams and slum apostles
two sword as a tongue, thats turned hostile
there's it can't chop through
got a glock 26 mind to pop you, tip thoughts to stop you
Roundtree afro, this young Castro
turns savage you mess with his cashflow, why try?
Say Buenos to the bad guy, Rahim Samad
Cause you won't see a bad guy like this (let me tell you)

(Chorus 2x)

VaultCLassic, on the way to the top
Rappers that hate, we taking they spot
and they can stay mad we're making it hot
It be V-C-P till the day we drop