Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

For all those
Yeah,

Word is bond, my songs ain't
And any nigga who thinks that, 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

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

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

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

Crews get out quick, who's the best?
and MC El bringin' lyrics 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, some think it's arrogant
I'm transparent but lyrics, it's apparent
That I be the greater stater with the data
Sega, player, wack nigga hater

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

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

Side bumpin' in ride, graffitism
Tokin'ism gaggin' off the lyrical
New Jersey native, creative with the
wishin' for battles check the injury report

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

Crews get taken out quick, 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