Luyện nghe bài hát Tender Verses

First verse: poetry

I be the prince, of lyrical bomb threats
Green beret to take it to the next
Lets, observe this worldwide, what's the
alibis and racism is bustin at us
So I take cover, pull out to bust back
Tight fisted rap type cat fly shit on the map
One of the illustrious emcees livin wit' ya
Styles hoping it'll fit ya
Sit ya down peep my intergalactic sound
With a little common and some soul
While the punding of stress builds it's to prove
Attica blues the dept, collect mine's cos I already paid my dues
Uhh, up from teh organized dungeon
Keeping this shit tender, from new to london
Plunge in and dept gets swept
For lunging at a ground layer, player, now is bringing the drums
In, uhh.

Second verse: monch

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

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

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