Luyện nghe bài hát Tender Verses

First verse: poetry

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

Second verse: monch

Who in to two dimensions
Turning poison razors
At foes, and crews who choose to not pay
Those niggas act up in my scenery, cinema
Why I'm a nigga that's eminent
In like tenement buildings, plus sky scrapers fly
But does not stick to fly paper
I, aeon
Way beyond of vanishing, vanishing emcees
Managing rhymes that are damaging space continuums
Continually I collect as ornaments
In rememberance of those defeated in rap tournaments.

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

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