Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

For all those
Yeah,

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

Commander in Chief of the belief, fonta leafs burn
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 leave you with that shit in tea

We bust the raps 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 funk like diapers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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