Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

For all those
Yeah,

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

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

We the raps that matter
While you 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 rhymers without rotation but I'm
'Cause One don't owe no station Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape like I'm Nixon
Watergate nine-six in effect, the missin'

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

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

Instant flow, like five grits flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some other
skits 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 like Hammer forms, check the track
Flip the song, 'Hits the Bong', wrong

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

But are no flaws 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 lyrics to ya chest, one two