Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

Blast it its deafening

(music begins)

for me, Clap for me, Clap

Clap for me, Clap for me,

Clap your hands for he's doing

Horns!

This is so

Go!

to the T

Coming from the bottom to the

Rahim Samad in the to be

(1st verse)

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

(Chorus 2x)

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

(2nd verse)

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

(Chorus 2x)

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

(3rd Verse)

Rahim's back, better than before
in my own lane 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
nothing it can't chop through
got a glock 26 mind to pop you, hollow tip to stop you
Richard afro, this young Castro
turns when you mess with his cashflow, why try?
Say Buenos Noches to the bad guy, Rahim
Cause you won't see a bad guy this again (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 while making it hot
It be till the day that we drop