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
is my nickname, the way that I kick game
Girls try to figure me out, cause it's a dick thang
I kick rhymes, with that slam with force
I'm so gifted my should be santa claus
Cause I flow, in fact I got the show
I'm the baddest motherfucker that you'll ever
I get and live on a party tip
I kick more ass the star of a karate flick
So just chill, don't even yourself
Grab a watch finesse, behave yourself
I mc's on the r-a-p scoop
If you wanna diss me that's ok me troop
I finish the album, I'm still new shit
So step to this get snapped like a toothpick
And those who think, finesse is in place
You gets the and the motherfuckin gas face
Yeah, keep distance
Bite one I'll be forced to put a fist in action
Or motion, cause got the potion
My frame of mind is deep the ocean
Call me jaws because I'm eatin
Or call me a star because I go on
Or call me swift because it no myth
A brother got a then I'm forced to lift
means kill deceased when a brother got a beef
I up eyes or I knock out teeth
Now you can't this or even get with this
Watch mike smooth spin it back with the

* dj mike cuts n scratches *

finesse]
Make way for the brother called
The man the s on his chest, can't even mess
the player, funky rhyme sayer
I make crazy paper, whenever I the flavor
Attract or I'll rag it, gets dramatic
Suckers had it, bitches like static
I'm a that people wanna see more
Mc'sll get rode up and down a see-saw
Or played like as I kick a fat rap
Those that're rude or intrude'll get a
I get raw, or smooth like camay
Fuckin plan b! I'm gettin over with a!
I can show and why brothers can't last with me
.. as soon as the mic passed to me
Y'all need to chill, y'all over the hill
Mc's that can't deal need to leave the
.. and head for the door
Cause if it wasn't a lord finesse, then who 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, from to siberia
why when I'm around, brothers leave the area
I'm the type to wreck a show, scoop sex a hoe
Then I cool the fuck out a eskimo
So hold on, better yet you better on
Shit, I break a motherfucker a crayon
Punks who don't know, you I'm gonna school em
They touch my mic, they got a comin to em
I get raw off a bass drum
I make strong moves but shit, I never none
The celebrity, none is ahead of me
You say you're sorry, you damn well better be
I get raw, I'm not the type to and fall
I get up and perform my shit for y'all
I'm not it, I wish a nigga would answer me
I flip faster a brother on a trampoline
Set it off real quick, drop the crazy ill
So sweatin me, get off the dilznick
I'm waitin for those, who wanna
Cause this as funky as I'm gonna get
On a fast tip, I still drop the mad
one come all, step up, you'll get your ass whipped
When it comes to I'm all that plus more
Throw your hands in the air, and praise the

* dj mike smooth n scratches *