Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

it until its deafening

(music begins)

Clap for me, for me, Clap

for me, Clap for me, Clap

Clap your hands for what he's

Horns!

is so majestic

Go!

to the T

Coming from the bottom to the

Rahim Samad in the to be

(1st verse)

Most of these rappers are change
Only time they hard is they snorting that cocaine
claiming they street but they aren't real with no shame
until you put that heat to their like propane
no rappers want to ball with no game, no aim
can't make a basket, grab the rock and it
to this crew for the two, Vaultclassic
Rahim Samad is guaranteed to move the
flow is so nasty, probably needs to
Michael Jackson style is off the wall with no sheet rock
knocking the beat stops
my style is phatter than the fat dude from the fat that did the beatbox
got the mind of a young Jackson, young boys asking 'Who's that?'
live from the trigga state, or the 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 time to it
Dickie suits and timberland 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 your blind to the realness, rhyme will braille it
if music floats your boat, this song will sail it

(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 that we

(2nd verse)

My art is martial, a sensei
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 son, no i'm not the dutterman
Tampa is where i'm coming
There ain't one
realer than this brother shining from the Southern sun
Under the Mason dixon line, changing my i'm
type of cat to beef at any place and time
you couldn't walk in my shoes or even lace up
the judge didn't throw out my case and I pay my fine
To hell the prosecution and state, thats my state of mind
i'm a with it, young Elijah Poole with it
Old heads liken my flow to when a is spitting
This be the Son of Man teach 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 just taking they
and they can stay mad we're making it hot
It be V-C-P till the day we drop

(3rd Verse)

Rahim's back, even better before
stay in my own lane the pedal to the floor
soldiers, rebels in this war
Thats steet educated to the
Raised by ghetto imams and apostles
two edged sword as a tongue, thats hostile
there's nothing it can't 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 Noches to the bad guy, Rahim
Cause you won't see a bad guy like this (let me tell you)

(Chorus 2x)

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