Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

For all those
Yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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