Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

Blast it its deafening

(music begins)

Clap for me, Clap for me,

for me, Clap for me, Clap

Clap your for what he's doing

Horns!

is so majestic

Go!

to the T

Coming the bottom to the T-O-P

Rahim Samad in the to be

(1st verse)

Most of rappers are short change
time they hard is when they snorting that cocaine
claiming that they street but they aren't with no shame
until you put that heat to grill like propane
no rappers want to ball with no game, no aim
can't make a basket, grab the and pass it
to this crew 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 till the beat
my is phatter than the fat dude from the fat boys that did the beatbox
got the mind of a young George Jackson, young asking 'Who's that?'
live the trigga state, or the gunshine state blasting
those red and blue lights are flashing
from the dirty and the north, all I do is blend the accent
got my crew outside the club its to crash it
Dickie suits and timberland boots be our
of hard knocks 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 floats your boat, song will sail it

(Chorus 2x)

VaultCLassic, on the way to the top
Rappers hate, we just taking they spot
and they can stay mad while we're it hot
It be till the day that we drop

(2nd verse)

My art is martial, a sensei
can't control me, i'm not Kunta
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 i'm coming from
There another one
more realer than this 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 walk in my shoes or even lace up mine
the judge didn't throw out my case and I pay my fine
To with the prosecution and state, thats my state of mind
i'm a fool with it, young Elijah with it
Old heads liken my to when a tool is spitting
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 spot
and can stay mad while we're making it hot
It be V-C-P till the day we drop

(3rd Verse)

Rahim's back, even better before
in my own lane with the pedal to the floor
Buffalo soldiers, rebels in war
Thats steet to the core
Raised by imams and slum apostles
two edged sword as a tongue, thats hostile
there's nothing it can't through
got a 26 mind to pop you, hollow tip thoughts to stop you
Roundtree afro, this young Castro
turns savage you mess with his cashflow, why try?
Say Buenos Noches to the bad guy, Samad
Cause you won't see a bad guy this again (let me tell you)

(Chorus 2x)

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