Luyện nghe bài hát John Horse

(Before begins)

Blast it its deafening

(music begins)

for me, Clap for me, Clap

Clap for me, for me, Clap

Clap hands for what he's doing

Horns!

is so majestic

Go!

to the T

Coming the bottom to the T-O-P

Rahim Samad in the to be

(1st verse)

Most of these rappers are short
Only they hard is when they snorting that cocaine
claiming that they street but they aren't real 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
over to crew for the two, Vaultclassic
Samad is guaranteed to move the masses
flow is so nasty, probably to detox
this Michael Jackson style is off the 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 asking 'Who's that?'
live from the trigga state, or the state blasting
until 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
school of hard knocks wasn't one day
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 real music floats your boat, this will sail it

(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 till the day we drop

(2nd verse)

My art is martial, a sensei
control 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 son, no i'm not the dutterman
Tampa is i'm coming from
ain't another one
more realer this brother shining from the Southern sun
Under the Mason line, changing my position i'm
type of cat to settle at any place and time
you couldn't walk in my shoes or even lace up
the didn't throw out my case 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 to when a tool 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 they spot
and they can stay mad while we're it hot
It be V-C-P till the day we drop

(3rd Verse)

Rahim's back, better than before
stay in my own lane the pedal to the floor
Buffalo soldiers, rebels in war
Thats steet to the core
Raised by ghetto and slum apostles
two sword as a tongue, thats turned hostile
there's nothing it can't chop
got a 26 mind to pop you, hollow tip thoughts to stop you
Richard Roundtree afro, young Castro
savage when 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 spot
and can stay mad while we're making it hot
It be till the day that we drop