Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

Blast it until its

(music begins)

Clap for me, Clap for me,

Clap for me, for me, Clap

Clap hands for what he's doing

Horns!

This is so

Go!

to the T

Coming from the to the T-O-P

Rahim Samad in the to be

(1st verse)

of these rappers are short change
Only time they hard is when they snorting cocaine
claiming that they but they aren't real with no shame
until you put that heat to their grill like
no name rappers want to with no game, no aim
make a basket, grab the rock and pass it
over to crew for the two, Vaultclassic
Rahim is guaranteed to move the masses
flow is so nasty, probably needs to
this 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 George Jackson, young boys asking 'Who's
live from the state, or the gunshine state blasting
until those red and blue lights are
the dirty south and the north, all I do is blend the accent
got my crew outside the club its to crash it
Dickie and timberland boots be our fashion
school of hard knocks 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 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 they
and can stay mad while we're making it hot
It be V-C-P the day that we drop

(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 they 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 from
There ain't one
more than this brother shining from the Southern sun
Under the Mason line, changing my position i'm
of cat to settle beef at any place and time
you couldn't in my shoes or even lace up mine
the judge didn't throw out my case and I pay my fine
To hell with the prosecution and state, thats my of mind
i'm a fool it, young Elijah Poole with it
Old heads liken my flow to when a is spitting
This be the Son of Man that teach the true and
God ain't a spook, they must be kidding

(Chorus 2x)

VaultCLassic, on the way to the top
Rappers that hate, we just taking spot
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
in my own lane with the pedal to the floor
Buffalo soldiers, in this war
Thats steet to the core
by ghetto imams and slum apostles
two edged sword as a tongue, turned hostile
nothing it can't chop through
got a glock 26 mind to pop you, hollow tip to stop you
Richard afro, this young Castro
turns savage you mess with his cashflow, why try?
Say Buenos to the bad guy, Rahim Samad
Cause you won't see a bad guy like this again (let me you)

(Chorus 2x)

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