Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

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Yeah,

Word is bond, my songs ain't
And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and get that
I got dues with receipts, peeps who make mad
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 me geeked up
So, if you got weed speak up
So, I can twist up and you with that shit in tea cups

We the raps that matter
While you battle your own boys, just to check to see fatter
I put it together like McGyver, bombin' your 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 Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection like I'm
Watergate nine-six in effect, the missin'

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

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

Instant flow, like minute grits flips
To rock for the haps, be on some other shit
Uncover skits like a private dick
all different directions, chop you into sections

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

Side bumpin' in your ride,
gaggin' off the lyrical jism
New Jersey native, creative with the
B-boy wishin' for battles check the 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
Crews get taken out quick, who's the
and MC El bringin' lyrics to ya chest, one two