Luyện nghe bài hát Praise The Lord

This is not a classroom, so put your down
Aww it, let me tell you who I am now
is my nickname, the way that I kick game
Girls don't try to figure me out, cause a dick thang
I kick rhymes, with beats slam with force
I'm so gifted my name be santa claus
Cause I flow, in I got the better show
I'm the baddest motherfucker that you'll ever
I get and live on a party tip
I kick ass than the star of a karate flick
So just chill, don't play yourself
Grab a seat finesse, behave yourself
I school mc's on the r-a-p
If you wanna diss me that's ok with me
I finish the album, I'm still kickin new
So step to this you'll get snapped like a
And who think, finesse is in last place
You gets the and the motherfuckin gas face
Yeah, your distance
Bite one rhyme be forced to put a fist in action
Or motion, cause I've got the
My frame of mind is like the ocean
Call me because I'm eatin yours
Or me a star because I go on tours
Or call me swift it ain't no myth
A brother got a then I'm forced to lift
That kill deceased when a brother got a beef
I swell up eyes or I out teeth
Now you can't this or even get with this
Watch mike smooth it back with the quickness

* dj mike cuts n scratches *

finesse]
Make way for the called finesse
The man with the s on his chest, can't mess
With the player, funky rhyme
I crazy paper, whenever I kick the flavor
or I'll rag it, shit gets dramatic
Suckers had it, cling like static
I'm a brother that people see more
get rode up and down like a see-saw
Or played blackjack as I kick a fat rap
Those that're rude or get a backslap
I get raw, or smooth like camay
Fuckin plan b! I'm gettin with plan a!
I can show and why brothers can't last with me
.. as soon as the mic passed to me
need to chill, cause y'all over the hill
Mc's that deal need to leave the field
.. and for the back door
Cause if it wasn't a lord finesse, then who you clap for?
Don't let friends soup you up and gas you
Cause I fuck you up, and kick your 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 the fuck out like a eskimo
So hold on, yet you better hang 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 ass-whippin to em
Cause I get raw off a drum
I strong moves but shit, I never fake none
The smooth celebrity, none is of me
You say you're sorry, well you damn better be
I get raw, I'm not the to slip and fall
When I get up and my shit for y'all
I'm not havin it, I wish a nigga answer me
I flip than a brother on a trampoline
Set it off real quick, the crazy ill shit
So stop me, get off the dilznick
I'm waitin for those, who flip
Cause this ain't as funky as I'm get
On a fast tip, I still the mad shit
Come one come all, step up, get your ass whipped
it comes to skills I'm all that plus more
Throw hands in the air, and praise the lord

* dj smooth cuts n scratches *