Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

it until its deafening

(music begins)

Clap for me, 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

Samad in the place to be

(1st verse)

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

(Chorus 2x)

VaultCLassic, on the way to the top
that hate, we just taking they spot
and they can stay mad while we're it hot
It be V-C-P till the day 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 to cut my foot I'd kick they butt with my other one
I didn't stutter son, no i'm not the
is where i'm coming 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 in my shoes or even 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 of mind
i'm a with it, young Elijah Poole with it
Old liken my flow to when a tool is spitting
This be the Son of Man teach the true and living
God a mystery spook, they must be kidding

(Chorus 2x)

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

(3rd Verse)

back, even better than before
stay in my own with the pedal to the floor
Buffalo soldiers, rebels in war
steet educated to the core
Raised by ghetto imams and slum
two edged as a tongue, thats turned hostile
there's it can't chop through
got a glock 26 to pop you, hollow tip thoughts to stop you
Richard Roundtree afro, this Castro
turns savage when you mess with his cashflow, why
Say Buenos to the bad guy, Rahim Samad
you won't see a bad guy like 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 we're it hot
It be V-C-P till the day that we