Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

For all affiliated
Yeah,

is bond, my songs ain't wack
And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and get that
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 then speak up
So, I can up and leave you with that shit in tea cups

We the raps that matter
While you battle your own boys, just to 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
Tame One don't owe no station Nathan
I'd hide my tape collection like 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 taken out quick, the best?
Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two

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

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

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

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

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