Luyện nghe bài hát Praise The Lord

This is not a classroom, so put your hands
Aww it, let me tell you who I am now
Finesse is my nickname, the way that I game
Girls don't try to figure me out, cause it's a thang
I rhymes, with beats that slam with force
I'm so my name should be santa claus
Cause I flow, in fact I got the better
I'm the baddest that you'll ever know
I get hype and on a party tip
I kick more ass than the star of a flick
So just chill, don't play yourself
Grab a seat finesse, behave yourself
I mc's on the r-a-p scoop
If you diss me that's ok with me troop
I the album, I'm still kickin new shit
So step to this you'll get snapped like a
And those who think, is in last place
You gets the bozack and the motherfuckin gas
Yeah, keep distance
Bite one I'll be forced to put a fist in action
Or motion, cause I've got the
My frame of mind is deep like the
Call me jaws because I'm eatin
Or call me a star I go on tours
Or me swift because it ain't no myth
A got a rift then I'm forced to lift
means kill deceased when a brother got a beef
I swell up or I knock out teeth
Now you can't beat this or get with this
Watch smooth spin it back with the quickness

* dj mike smooth cuts n *

finesse]
Make way for the brother called
The man with the s on his chest, can't mess
With the player, funky sayer
I make crazy paper, whenever I kick the
Attract or I'll rag it, shit dramatic
had it, bitches cling like static
I'm a brother that wanna see more
Mc'sll get rode up and like a see-saw
Or played like blackjack as I a fat rap
Those that're or intrude'll get a backslap
Cause I get raw, or like camay
plan b! I'm gettin over with plan a!
I can and prove why brothers can't last with me
.. as soon as the mic gets to me
need to chill, cause y'all over the hill
Mc's that can't deal to leave the field
.. and head for the door
Cause if it wasn't a finesse, then who would you clap for?
Don't let your soup you up and gas you
I fuck you up, and kick your crew ass too
I stand superior, here to siberia
That's why when I'm around, brothers the area
I'm the type to a show, scoop then sex a hoe
Then I the fuck out like a eskimo
So hold on, better yet you better on
Shit, I break a motherfucker a crayon
Punks who don't know, you know I'm school em
They touch my mic, got a ass-whippin comin to em
Cause I get raw off a drum
I make strong but shit, I never fake none
The smooth celebrity, is ahead of me
You say sorry, well you damn well better be
I get raw, I'm not the to slip and fall
I get up and perform my shit for y'all
I'm not havin it, I wish a would answer me
I flip than a brother on a trampoline
Set it off real quick, drop the ill shit
So sweatin me, get off the dilznick
I'm for those, who wanna flip
Cause this ain't as funky as I'm get
On a fast tip, I still the mad shit
one come all, step up, you'll get your ass whipped
When it comes to skills I'm all that more
Throw your hands in the air, and praise the

* dj mike cuts n scratches *