Luyện nghe bài hát Renaissance Rap (Remix)

[Q-Tip -
Marley Marl}
I care who first or who last
I just know betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance...)
I care what chy'all say or what chy'all do
But you got to be befo' the music is through...

[Q-Tip - One]
I don't think heard me, hold 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
When I to cool out where all the other kids played
Cause I was way too ill, I would my skill
Go out in the and let my chemicals 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 A-train
Where rappers would gather to see my nicks and dimes
It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and
When in the of the cipher, I was not libel
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 ones fled
Bus..

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

[Q-Tip:
Marley Marl}
WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes there
I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in
Where Raekwon

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

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Lil - Verse Four]
throat* A-go off...
Let me spaz, let me (c'mon)
Though they call me F., you gon let me pass
So ahead of my time with my week ass
on the dinner table like let's eat cash
And I do it for the killers and the dolla billas
And from now on, I don't think you should stunt a million -
in the bank, I got money 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 bullet and a
I got fur, in my boots, and the on the minks
Stop sweatin me, you follow me, I'm directin it
Other break it down, I be dissectin it
EVER since I made it up out of middle
Err'body be in my genital area
Butcha better away from my chemical barrier
Weezy, baby, out the Cesarean, NUGGUH!!
(What's it man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
"Renaissance Rap"

- Outro]
MAN, I ain't gon 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 givin my microphone no mo'
Cause y'all it up when you get it
I just said, get a lil' somethin the beats GO...[*echoes*]