Luyện nghe bài hát Renaissance Rap (Remix)

[Q-Tip -
{*imitating Marl}
I care who first 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 befo' the music is through...

- Verse One]
I think they heard me, hold 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 used to cool out where all the other kids
I was way too ill, I would hone my skill
Go out in the park and let my spill
Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my
Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and
And then my, legend would grow on the line
rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes
It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and
in the heat of the cipher, I was not libel
For all the of the dutty MCs'
I split the train car Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head, we rock the dead
Night of the living MCs', the weak fled
Bus..

[Busta Rhymes - Two]
Yo, yo, God body, intellegence
Smack and wrestle with elephants
My beloved respect my
Comin missles, the issue is this
Be the you can't rebel against
I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup?
And strangle niggas like octopuses - shut the fuck up!
Back with hazardous weathers and
As I spit, stickin out my tongue an iguana lizard
At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap,
Stabbin you in yo' back nice (Ahhhh!)
While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, you bleedin
BEATS - the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin
If you understand what I'm sayin
Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like playin (Ha ha!)
Bitches know I spit, I be seducin 'em
Countless with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem
The {*echoes*}

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

[Raekwon - Three]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin
The head-long cock block is easy
Poison medals on my neck wrists and
Louie is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz'
we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays
One line from miss'll have you leanin like roach
Poison up on holstery, my boys in Mrs., our
Booklyn, whylin in the Royces
Old Gold at the Globes, my robe hitin the cement
Chef in the buildin, yep and he
A thousand one at the Rumba
clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants
Yo, the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area
in Louie hats, the more, the merrier
Take mines, take a nines
We be out of rhymes, never bullets
Try to and you mines
Renaissance...

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Lil Wayne - Four]
*clears throat* off...
Let me spaz, let me (c'mon)
they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass
So ahead of my time my next week ass
on the dinner table like let's eat cash
And I do it for the killers and the hunnid dolla
And from now on, I don't you should stunt without a million -
Dollars in the bank, I got in the bank
Now yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank
You got a bullet and a shank, I got a and a tank
I got fur, in my boots, and the on the minks
sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directin it
Other fools break it down, I be it
EVER since I it up out of middle America
Err'body wanna be in my genital
Butcha better stay away from my barrier
Weezy, baby, out the Cesarean, NUGGUH!!
(What's it man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
"Renaissance Rap"

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