Luyện nghe bài hát To Ya Chest

Sahara

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Yeah,

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

Commander in Chief of the belief, fonta burn slower
The end knot E and J with soda 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, just to to see who's fatter
I put it together like McGyver, your rhyme cypher
Helpin' to represent like diapers

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

Crews get taken out quick, who's the
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, some might it's arrogant
I'm transparent but with lyrics, apparent
That I be the rhyme stater with the data
Saturn Sega, player, nigga hater

Instant flow, five minute grits flips
To rock for the Jack's haps, be on some 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 with the gall
in the mix like Hammer grammar forms, check the track
Flip the song, 'Hits the Bong', wrong

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

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

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