Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

Blast it its deafening

(music begins)

for me, Clap for me, Clap

Clap for me, for me, Clap

Clap hands for what 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
you put that heat to their grill like propane
no name rappers to ball with no game, no aim
can't a basket, grab the rock and pass it
over to this for the two, Vaultclassic
Rahim Samad is to move the masses
is so nasty, probably needs to detox
this Michael Jackson style is off the wall with no sheet
till the beat stops
my style is phatter the fat dude from the fat boys that did the beatbox
got the mind of a young George Jackson, boys asking 'Who's that?'
live the trigga state, or the gunshine state blasting
until those red and lights are flashing
from the dirty and the north, all I do is blend the accent
got my crew outside the club its time to it
Dickie suits and timberland boots be our
school of hard knocks one day absent
of the board, the ASR assailant
God is my train of thought, can't it
if blind to the realness, this rhyme will braille it
if real floats your boat, this song will sail it

(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 that we

(2nd verse)

My art is martial, Rahim's a
can't me, i'm not Kunta Kente
I a slave, I'm my mother's son
And if tried to cut my foot I'd kick they butt with my other one
I didn't stutter son, no i'm not the
Tampa is where i'm coming
ain't another one
more than this 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 walk in my shoes or even lace up mine
the judge didn't throw out my and I ain't pay my fine
To with the prosecution and state, thats my state of mind
i'm a fool with it, Elijah Poole with it
Old heads my flow to when a tool is spitting
This be the Son of Man that the true and living
God ain't a mystery spook, must be kidding

(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 that we

(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 educated to the
Raised by ghetto and slum apostles
two edged sword as a tongue, thats hostile
there's nothing it chop through
got a glock 26 mind to pop you, tip thoughts to stop you
Richard Roundtree afro, young Castro
turns when you mess with his cashflow, why try?
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
that hate, we just taking they spot
and they can stay mad while we're it hot
It be till the day that we drop