Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

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Yeah,

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

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

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

I'm one of them prime time without rotation but I'm patient
'Cause Tame One don't owe no Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection I'm Nixon
Watergate nine-six in effect, the missin'

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

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

Instant flow, like minute grits flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some other
Uncover skits like a private dick
From all different directions, chop you sections

Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, rock for all tall
Raps, and brawls, touch all jaws the gall
Foot in the mix like Hammer grammar forms, the track
the song, 'Hits From the Bong', wrong

Side in your ride, graffitism
Tokin'ism gaggin' off the jism
New native, creative with the sorts
wishin' for battles check the injury report

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

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