Luyện nghe bài hát When Disaster Strikes

God

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

On and on, return from the future a centurion
All my affiliates, let's stack another
While you learn on how the words go to my song
Watch me it on, it keeps 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 black color back to bronze
On Happy Days I be the coolest like The Fonz

So spectacular how I touch from here to Africa
My Zimbabwe niggaz bangin' my up in they Acura
Pssh, OOH! you feel the funk from bumper to bumper
an imported 500 in foreign license plate numbers, ha ha
Laugh at ya, oh, me and my
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 music miraculous

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

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

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

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

We keep it movin' for all of
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 wastin' time, bein' mad at us?
Every voice sing and help the music sound miraculous!

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