Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

For all those
Yeah,

Word is bond, my songs wack
And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get
I got with 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 keeps me geeked up
So, if you got then speak up
So, I can twist up and you with that shit in tea cups

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

I'm one of them prime time rhymers 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 taken out quick, who's the
Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two
Crews get out quick, who's the best?
Tame and MC El bringin' to ya chest, one two

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

Instant flow, like five minute flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on other shit
skits like 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, all jaws with the gall
Foot in the mix like Hammer grammar forms, check the
Flip the song, 'Hits From the Bong',

Side bumpin' in ride, graffitism
gaggin' off the lyrical jism
New native, creative with the sorts
B-boy wishin' for battles check the report

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

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