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 must can't rap and can't get
I got dues receipts, peeps who make mad beats
So, if you get souped, I add

in Chief of the belief, fonta 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 leave you that shit in tea cups

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

I'm one of them prime time rhymers rotation but I'm patient
'Cause Tame One owe no station Nathan
I'd rather hide my tape collection I'm Nixon
Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's

Crews get out quick, who's 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, some might think arrogant
I'm transparent but with lyrics, it's
That I be the greater rhyme with the data
Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga

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

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

Side in your ride, graffitism
gaggin' off the lyrical jism
New Jersey native, creative the sorts
B-boy wishin' for check the injury report

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

Crews get taken out quick, the best?
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