Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

For all those
Yeah,

is bond, my songs ain't wack
And any nigga who that, they must can't rap and can't get that
I got with receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So, if you get souped, I add

Commander in Chief of the belief, fonta leafs slower
The end knot E and J with soda keeps me geeked up
So, if you got then speak up
So, I can twist up and leave you with shit in tea cups

We bust the raps that
While you battle your own boys, just to check to see who's
I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your rhyme
to represent funk like diapers

I'm one of them prime time rhymers without but I'm patient
Tame One don't owe no station Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection like I'm
Watergate in effect, the deck's missin'

Crews get taken out quick, the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' to ya chest, one two
get taken out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' to ya chest, one two

My forms, patterns, some might it's arrogant
I'm but with lyrics, it's apparent
That I be the greater stater with the data
Sega, player, wack nigga hater

Instant flow, like five minute grits
To for the Jack's haps, be on some other shit
Uncover like a private dick hits
From all directions, chop you into sections

a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for all y'all tall
Raps, and brawls, touch all with the gall
Foot in the mix Hammer grammar forms, check the track
Flip the song, 'Hits From the Bong',

Side bumpin' in your ride,
Tokin'ism gaggin' off the lyrical
New Jersey native, creative the sorts
B-boy wishin' for battles the injury report

But there are no in this rap lord's rest
Open wide niggaz, we it to ya chest

Crews get taken out quick, the best?
Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two
Crews get taken out quick, the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' to ya chest, one two