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 in the place to be

(1st verse)

Most of rappers are short change
Only time they hard is when they snorting that
claiming that they street but they real with no shame
until you put that heat to grill like propane
no name rappers want to ball no game, no aim
can't make a basket, grab the rock and it
over to this crew for the two,
Rahim Samad is to move the masses
flow is so nasty, probably to detox
Michael 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 state, or the gunshine state blasting
those red and blue lights are flashing
from the south and the north, all I do is blend the accent
got my outside the club its time to crash it
Dickie suits and boots be our fashion
of hard knocks wasn't one day absent
chairman of the board, the ASR
God is my train of thought, derail it
if your to the realness, this rhyme will braille it
if real music floats your boat, this will sail it

(Chorus 2x)

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

(2nd verse)

My art is martial, a sensei
can't control me, i'm not Kunta
I ain't a slave, I'm my son
And if they tried to cut my I'd kick they butt with my other one
I stutter son, no i'm not the dutterman
is where i'm coming from
There ain't one
more realer than this brother from the Southern sun
Under the dixon line, changing my position i'm
type of cat to 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 with it, young Elijah Poole with it
Old heads liken my flow to when a tool is
be the Son of Man that teach the true and living
God ain't a mystery spook, must be kidding

(Chorus 2x)

VaultCLassic, on the way to the top
that hate, we just taking they spot
and they can mad while we're making it hot
It be V-C-P the day that 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 educated to the core
by ghetto imams and slum apostles
two sword as a tongue, thats turned hostile
there's it can't chop through
got a glock 26 mind to pop you, hollow tip thoughts to you
Richard Roundtree afro, this young
turns savage when you mess with his cashflow, why
Say Buenos Noches to the bad guy, Rahim
Cause you won't see a bad guy this again (let me tell you)

(Chorus 2x)

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