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 your hands for what doing

Horns!

This is so

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 they hard is they snorting that cocaine
claiming that they street but they aren't with no shame
until you put that heat to their grill 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
Rahim Samad is guaranteed to the masses
is so nasty, probably needs to detox
this Michael Jackson style is off the wall with no rock
till the beat stops
my is phatter than the fat dude from the fat boys that did the beatbox
got the of a young George Jackson, young boys asking 'Who's that?'
live from the state, or the gunshine state blasting
until those red and lights are flashing
from the dirty south and the north, all I do is blend the
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 real music floats your boat, song will sail it

(Chorus 2x)

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

(2nd verse)

My art is martial, Rahim's a
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 didn't son, no i'm not the dutterman
Tampa is i'm coming from
ain't another one
more realer than this 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 couldn't walk in my shoes or lace up mine
the judge throw out my case and I ain't pay my fine
To hell with the prosecution and state, thats my state of
i'm a fool with it, Elijah Poole with it
Old heads my flow to when a tool is spitting
This be the Son of Man that teach the true and
God ain't a mystery spook, they be kidding

(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

(3rd Verse)

Rahim's back, better than before
stay in my own lane the pedal to the floor
Buffalo soldiers, rebels in war
Thats educated to the core
Raised by ghetto imams and slum
two edged as a tongue, thats turned hostile
there's nothing it can't chop
got a glock 26 mind to pop you, hollow tip to stop you
Richard Roundtree afro, this Castro
turns savage when you mess his cashflow, why try?
Say Buenos Noches to the bad guy, Rahim
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 taking they spot
and they can mad while we're making it hot
It be V-C-P till the day that we