Luyện nghe bài hát When Disaster Strikes

God

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

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

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

Yes yes y'all, Flipmode y'all
We reign supreme in
When Disaster Strikes, you all feel
When Disaster Strikes, you all see
When Disaster Strikes, you all bear witness
To the most high

Yo, I keeps flows so
Rhyme flow taste good like a handful of cherry
Practice your rhyme or be the practitionist
Well you can try bein' a doctor or a local obstetricianist
See, you can be
Quit to work so fuckin' hard to-wards nothin'
This shit was never designed for every swollen muffin'
Yo, I'm

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

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

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

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