Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

For all those
Yeah,

Word is bond, my songs ain't
And any who thinks 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 burn
The end knot mixin' E and J with keeps me geeked up
So, if you got weed speak up
So, I can up and leave you with that shit in tea cups

We bust the raps that
While you battle your own boys, just to check to see fatter
I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your cypher
Helpin' to represent like diapers

I'm one of them prime time without rotation but I'm patient
'Cause Tame One owe no station Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection I'm Nixon
Watergate nine-six in effect, the missin'

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

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

Instant flow, like five grits flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some shit
skits like a private dick hits
From all different directions, chop you into

Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, for all y'all tall
Raps, and brawls, all jaws with the gall
Foot in the mix like Hammer forms, check the track
Flip the song, From the Bong', wrong

Side bumpin' in your ride,
Tokin'ism off the lyrical jism
New Jersey native, with the sorts
B-boy wishin' for check the injury report

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

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