Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

it until its deafening

(music begins)

Clap for me, Clap for me,

for me, Clap for me, Clap

Clap your hands for he's doing

Horns!

is so majestic

Go!

to the T

Coming from the bottom to the

Samad in the place to be

(1st verse)

Most of these rappers are short
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 their like propane
no name want to ball with no game, no aim
can't make a basket, the rock and pass it
over to crew for the two, Vaultclassic
Samad is guaranteed to move the masses
flow is so nasty, needs to detox
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, boys asking 'Who's that?'
live from the trigga state, or the gunshine blasting
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 boots be our
school of knocks wasn't one day absent
chairman of the board, the ASR
God is my of thought, can't derail it
if blind to the realness, this rhyme will braille it
if real music floats your boat, this song sail it

(Chorus 2x)

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

(2nd verse)

My art is martial, Rahim's a
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 they butt with my other one
I didn't son, no i'm not the dutterman
Tampa is i'm coming from
ain't another one
more realer than this brother from the Southern sun
Under the Mason dixon line, my position i'm
type of cat to settle at any place and time
you couldn't in my shoes or even lace up mine
the judge throw out my case and I ain't pay my fine
To hell with the prosecution and state, thats my state of
i'm a fool with it, young Elijah Poole it
Old heads liken my flow to a tool is spitting
This be the Son of Man teach the true and living
God ain't a mystery spook, they be kidding

(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 that we

(3rd Verse)

Rahim's back, even than before
in my own lane with the pedal to the floor
Buffalo soldiers, in this war
Thats steet to the core
Raised by ghetto imams and slum
two edged sword as a tongue, turned hostile
there's nothing it can't chop
got a glock 26 mind to pop you, hollow tip to stop you
Richard Roundtree afro, this Castro
turns savage when you mess his cashflow, why try?
Say Buenos Noches to the bad guy, Rahim
Cause you won't see a bad guy like 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 the day that we drop