Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

Blast it until its

(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

Rahim in the place to be

(1st verse)

Most of these rappers are short
Only time they hard is they snorting that cocaine
claiming that they street but they aren't real no shame
until you put heat to their 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 Samad is to move the masses
flow is so nasty, probably needs to
this Michael Jackson style is off the with no sheet rock
till the beat stops
my style is 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 from the trigga state, or the state blasting
until those red and lights are flashing
from the dirty south and the north, all I do is the accent
got my outside the club its time to crash it
suits and timberland boots be our fashion
school of knocks wasn't 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 will it

(Chorus 2x)

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

(2nd verse)

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

(Chorus 2x)

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

(3rd Verse)

Rahim's back, even better before
stay in my own lane with the pedal to the
Buffalo soldiers, rebels in war
Thats steet educated to the
Raised by ghetto and slum apostles
two sword as a tongue, thats turned hostile
there's nothing it can't through
got a 26 mind to pop you, hollow tip thoughts to stop you
Richard afro, this young Castro
turns savage when you with his cashflow, why try?
Say Buenos to the bad guy, Rahim Samad
Cause you 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 we drop