Luyện nghe bài hát Renaissance Rap (Remix)

[Q-Tip -
{*imitating Marley
I care who first or who last
I know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance...)
I don't care what chy'all say or what do
But you got to be befo' the music is through...

[Q-Tip - Verse
I don't think they heard me, up..
..So we go, now
It be the +Midnight on the scene
Geographically in a place called Queens
I was with my principles, way I displayed
When I to cool out where all the other kids played
Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my
Go out in the park and let my chemicals
there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark
Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and
And my, legend would grow on the A-train line
Where rappers would gather to see my blowin and dimes
It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and
in the heat of the cipher, I was not libel
For all the casualties of the MCs'
I split the car like Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the
Night of the living MCs', the ones fled
Bus..

[Busta Rhymes - Two]
Yo, yo, God body, wise
Smack and wrestle with elephants
My beloved my benevolence
like missles, the issue is this
Be the shit you can't against
Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in - whassup?
And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - the fuck up!
Back hazardous weathers and blizzards
As I spit, out my tongue like an iguana lizard
At you corny niggas, Planet rap, Wildlife
you in yo' back wild nice (Ahhhh!)
While I and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin
BEATS - rattle the speakers, some buffalo stampedin
If you don't what I'm sayin
I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)
Bitches know when I spit, I be 'em
money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem
The {*echoes*}

interlude]
{*imitating Marley
WHOOO, that Busta right there
I don'- like sendin Raekwon in here
Where Raekwon

- Verse Three]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin
The head-long cock block is easy
Poison on my neck wrists and arms
Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy
Together we the Chi-Lites to of the O'Jays
One line from miss'll have you leanin like spray
Poison up on holstery, my boys in Mrs., our
Booklyn, Shaolin whylin in the
Old Gold at the Globes, my robe hitin the cement
in the buildin, yep and he been
A thousand one at the Rumba
Certified clients, drug money and up giants
Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the
Guerrillas in hats, the more, the merrier
Take mines, take a hunnid
We be runnin out of rhymes, bullets
Try to front and you
Renaissance...

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Lil - Verse Four]
*clears throat* off...
Let me spaz, let me (c'mon)
Though call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass
So of my time with my next week ass
Money on the dinner like let's eat cash
And I do it for the and the hunnid dolla billas
And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a -
in the bank, I got money in the bank
Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' don't stank
You got a bullet and a shank, I got a and a tank
I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the
Stop sweatin me, you should me, I'm directin it
Other fools it down, I be dissectin it
EVER since I made it up out of middle
wanna be in my genital area
Butcha better stay away my chemical barrier
Weezy, baby, out the Cesarean, NUGGUH!!
(What's it man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
"Renaissance Rap"

- Outro]
MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my no more!
Cause y'all tear it up you get it
see who you have
Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Rhymes
You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil on here
Man, I ain't y'all my microphone no mo'
Cause y'all it up when you get it
I just said, get a lil' before the beats GO...[*echoes*]