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, it's a dick thang
I kick rhymes, with beats that slam with
I'm so gifted my name be santa claus
Cause I flow, in I got the better show
I'm the baddest that you'll ever know
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
a seat watch finesse, behave yourself
I school mc's on the 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, finesse is in place
You gets the bozack and the gas face
Yeah, your distance
Bite one rhyme I'll be forced to put a in action
Or motion, cause I've got the
My frame of mind is deep like the
Call me jaws because I'm yours
Or call me a star because I go on
Or call me swift because it no myth
A got a rift then I'm forced to lift
means kill deceased when a brother got a beef
I swell up eyes or I out teeth
Now you can't beat this or even get with
Watch mike smooth spin it with the quickness

* dj mike cuts n scratches *

[lord
Make way for the called finesse
The man with the s on his chest, can't even
With the player, funky rhyme
I make crazy paper, I kick the flavor
Attract or I'll rag it, shit gets
Suckers had it, bitches cling like
I'm a brother that people 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 get a backslap
Cause I get raw, or smooth camay
Fuckin plan b! I'm gettin over plan a!
I can and prove why brothers can't last with me
.. as soon as the mic passed to me
Y'all need to chill, cause y'all the hill
that can't deal need to leave the field
.. and head for the door
if it wasn't a lord finesse, then who would you clap for?
Don't let your soup you up and gas you
Cause I you up, and kick your crew ass too
I stand superior, here to siberia
That's why I'm around, brothers leave the area
I'm the type to a show, scoop then sex a hoe
I cool the fuck out like a eskimo
So on, better yet you better hang on
Shit, I break a motherfucker a crayon
Punks who know, you know I'm gonna school em
They touch my mic, they got a ass-whippin to em
Cause I get raw off a drum
I make strong moves but shit, I never none
The celebrity, none is ahead of me
You say you're sorry, well you well better be
I get raw, I'm not the type to and fall
When I get up and perform my for y'all
I'm not havin it, I wish a nigga would me
I flip faster than a on a trampoline
Set it off quick, drop the crazy ill shit
So stop me, get off the dilznick
I'm for those, who wanna flip
this ain't as funky as I'm gonna get
On a tip, I still drop 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 in the air, and praise the lord

* dj mike smooth cuts n *