Luyện nghe bài hát Tender Verses

First prince poetry

I be the prince, mastermind of lyrical threats
beret just to take it to the next
Lets, this worldwide, what's the status?
Lies alibis and is bustin at us
So I dive take cover, out to bust back
Tight fisted rap cat with fly shit on the map
One of the most illustrious emcees livin ya
Styles hoping it'll fit ya
Sit ya down peep my type sound
With a little sense and some soul
the punding of stress builds it's time to prove
Attica from the dept, collect mine's cos I already paid my dues
Uhh, up from teh organized dungeon
Keeping this tender, from new york to london
Plunge in mega-knowledge and dept swept
For lunging at a ground layer, player, now monche is the drums
In, uhh.

Second verse: monch

Who flips in to two
Turning dipped razors
At foes, and crews who choose to not pay
niggas that act up in my scenery, cinema
Why I'm a nigga that's eminent
In size like tenement buildings, plus sky fly
But pharoe does not stick to fly
I, aeon
Way beyond points of vanishing, vanishing
Managing that are damaging space time continuums
Continually I emcees as ornaments
In rememberance of once defeated in rap tournaments.

"from to pen, from pen to...."

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