Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

Blast it until its

(music begins)

for me, Clap for me, Clap

Clap for me, Clap for me,

Clap your hands for he's doing

Horns!

is so majestic

Go!

to the T

Coming from the to the T-O-P

Samad in the place to be

(1st verse)

Most of these are short change
Only time hard is when they snorting that cocaine
claiming that they street but they aren't real no shame
you put that heat to their grill like propane
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
Samad is guaranteed to move the masses
flow is so nasty, needs to detox
this Michael Jackson style is off the with no sheet rock
knocking the beat stops
my is phatter than the fat dude from the fat boys that did the beatbox
got the mind of a young Jackson, young boys asking 'Who's that?'
live from the state, or the gunshine state blasting
those red and blue lights are flashing
from the dirty south and the north, all I do is blend the
got my crew the club its time to crash it
Dickie suits and timberland boots be our
school of hard knocks one day absent
of the board, the ASR assailant
God is my train of thought, can't it
if your blind to the realness, this rhyme 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 taking spot
and can stay mad while 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 me, i'm not Kunta Kente
I a slave, I'm my mother's son
And if they tried to cut my foot I'd kick they 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 realer this brother shining from the Southern sun
Under the Mason dixon line, my position i'm
of cat to settle beef at any place and time
you walk in my shoes or even lace up mine
the judge didn't throw out my case and I ain't pay my
To hell with the prosecution and state, thats my state of
i'm a fool with it, young Elijah with it
Old heads liken my flow to a tool is spitting
be the Son of Man that teach the true and living
God ain't a mystery spook, they be kidding

(Chorus 2x)

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

(3rd Verse)

Rahim's back, better than before
in my own lane with the pedal to the floor
Buffalo soldiers, rebels in war
Thats educated to the core
Raised by ghetto imams and apostles
two edged sword as a tongue, turned hostile
there's it can't chop through
got a glock 26 to pop you, hollow tip thoughts to stop you
Richard Roundtree afro, this Castro
turns savage you mess with his cashflow, why try?
Say Buenos to the bad guy, Rahim Samad
you won't see a bad guy like this again (let me tell you)

(Chorus 2x)

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