Luyện nghe bài hát Renaissance Rap (Remix)

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

- Verse One]
I don't think they heard me, up..
..So we go, now
It be the +Midnight on the scene
Geographically earthed in a place called
I was with my principles, way I displayed
I used 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
Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my
Two dudes, would dip from us, me, and NARCS
And then my, would grow on the A-train line
Where rappers would to see my blowin nicks and dimes
It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and
When in the heat of the cipher, I was not
For all the of the dutty MCs'
I split the train car like did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head, we gon' the dead
Night of the living MCs', the weak ones
Bus..

[Busta - Verse Two]
Yo, yo, God body, intellegence
Smack niggas and wrestle elephants
My beloved respect my
Comin like missles, the issue is
Be the shit you can't rebel
Then I out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup?
And strangle like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up!
Back with weathers and blizzards
As I spit, out my tongue like an iguana lizard
At you corny niggas, Planet rap, Wildlife
Stabbin you in yo' back wild (Ahhhh!)
I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin
BEATS - rattle the speakers, like buffalo stampedin
If you don't understand what I'm
Lyrically I'm like acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)
Bitches know I spit, I be seducin 'em
money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem
The {*echoes*}

[Q-Tip:
{*imitating Marl}
WHOOO, that Rhymes right there
I don'- like sendin Raekwon in here
Raekwon at??

[Raekwon - Three]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the freezin
The head-long cock block pumpin is
Poison medals on my neck wrists and
Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Kwanz'
we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays
One line from miss'll have you leanin like spray
Poison up on holstery, my in Mrs., our choice
Booklyn, whylin in the Royces
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 sum'thin up
Yo, the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area
in Louie hats, the more, the merrier
Take mines, a hunnid nines
We be out of rhymes, never bullets
Try to front and you
Renaissance...

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Lil - Verse Four]
*clears A-go off...
Let me spaz, let me (c'mon)
they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass
So ahead of my 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 without a million -
Dollars in the bank, I got 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 follow me, I'm directin it
Other break it down, I be dissectin it
EVER since I it up out of middle America
Err'body be in my genital area
better stay away from my chemical barrier
Weezy, baby, out the Cesarean, NUGGUH!!
(What's it man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
"Renaissance Rap"

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