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 receipts, peeps who make 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 soda keeps me up
So, if you got then speak up
So, I can twist up and leave you that shit in tea cups

We the raps that matter
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 funk like

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

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

My forms, patterns, might 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, five minute grits flips
To for the Jack's haps, be on some other shit
Uncover skits like a private dick
From all different directions, you into sections

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

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

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

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