Luyện nghe bài hát When Disaster Strikes

God

Yeah, for all you motherfuckers across the whole galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire Flipmode
Back at y'all in 1997
Hah, When Disaster Strikes, Disaster Strikes
Take a look and sit on the sidelines and bear

On and on, from the future like a centurion
All my affiliates, let's stack mill-ion
While you learn on how the words go to my song
Watch me puts it on, it you open all day long
The way we fuck up you thinkin' somethin' must be wrong
Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the
Bleach your ass blonde and your color back to bronze
On Happy I be the coolest nigga like The Fonz

So spectacular how I touch souls from here to
My Zimbabwe bangin' my joints up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! Makin' you feel the funk bumper to bumper
Drive an imported 500 in foreign license numbers, ha ha
at ya, oh, me and my passengers
Flip-ass niggaz quick like frying pan spatulas
Why do you be wastin' your time, mad at us?
Every voice should sing and help the sound miraculous

Yes yes y'all, Squad y'all
We supreme in 1997
When Strikes, you will all feel
Disaster Strikes, you will all see
When Disaster Strikes, you all bear witness
To the high exalted

Yo, I flows so ridiculous
Rhyme flow taste good like a of cherry licorice
Practice your rhyme or be the practitionist
Well you can try bein' a doctor or a local obstetricianist
See, you can be
tryin' to work so fuckin' hard to-wards nothin'
This rhyme shit was designed for every swollen muffin'
Yo, I'm

Why niggaz think that y'all could really see my Squad?
And if we hit you that's when you feel the power of the God
Do it right and big up my peeps and A
On alike, repel, especially feel When Disaster
Extremely delicate like the out of candlelights
The quiet of projects niggaz whenever they wanna fight

That type of shit shine and blind a nigga eyesight, aiiight?
We keepin' it tight, niggaz don't want it, right?
You will never ever get no inside mi casa
We all impostors like we kill the cucurachas
Bounce to award ceremonies, we winnin' Oscars
Rhymin' rastas, eatin' enough pasta, hah, yo

We keep it for all of y'all
y'all niggaz out while I'm makin' y'all niggaz fall
Disaster will hitcha quick any time you brawl
Perm, press, a nigga back, peel them of the
So tell me, why do you be your time, bein' mad at us?
Every voice should sing and the music sound miraculous!

Hah, oh yes y'all!
This situation, has now brought before your very eyes
And as we carry on Flipmode Squad continues to conquer the
When Strikes, you will all fear
When Disaster Strikes, you will all witness
To The High Exalted, hah!